Pompas De Jabón

Girl from my neighborhood, daddy, doll,
You're cruising in a car with a rich guy,
You've cut your hair as it's in style,
And you've dyed it champagne color.
In the fancy parties with tuxedos and accordion,
You dance showing off party dress cuts
And to the tango dancers, to impress them,
When you leave with your 'camba', you stir up 'allón'.

Today your few springs
Make you dream about life
And in the corrupted circle
Of the nocturnal revelry,
Think about aristocracies
And you waste your youthful years...
Poor girl, who among fools,
You feel like Mimí Pinsón...!

Think, poor girl, daddy, doll,
That your beauty will fade one day,
And like all flowers that wither,
Your crazy illusions will die.
The 'mishé' who spoils you with his money
One day will get bored,
And then like many mud flowers,
You'll go begging on those streets...

You succeed because you're just
An embryo of tired flesh
And because your laughter
Is a sweet modulation.
When relentless, the years,
Inject you with bitterness...
You'll see that your craziness
Were just soap bubbles.