Alma De Loca

Party girl, wild one, acting like a crazy soul,
The one whose cheerful laughter makes the cabaret vibrate,
The one who carries joy in her eyes and on her lips,
The one who has always been the queen of revelry and pleasure.
Everyone knows you as wild and lively,
Everyone would doubt what I can swear:
That I saw you the other night standing in front of a shop window
Staring at a doll with desires to cry.

I asked you what was wrong and you replied: nothing...
Guessing, seeing you so troubled,
That your intention was to hide the truth.
The smile that your lips drew froze
And an unexpected traitorous tear
Like a pearl from your eyes rolled down.

Who would have thought, party girl, you who always laughed,
You who always mocked pain and love,
Would show your true colors by getting serious and sad
In front of a humble, modest doll, without value.
Don't worry, little party girl, I'll keep your secret
No one will ever know from me that you stopped laughing,
But don't look at the poor little doll again
That reminds you of the days you can no longer live.

Always laugh, party girl, wild one, flirtatious one
Why do you want to sour your life
Thinking about things that can't be?
Draw a veil over your past, be a tango dancer, be worldly,
So that men don't discover
Your bitterness, your womanly tenderness.