Pompas De Jabón (Pompas)
Carlos Gardel
Soap Bubbles (Bubbles)
Girl from my neighborhood, daddy, doll
Who's cruising in a car with a cool guy
You've cut your hair as it's done
And dyed it champagne color
In the fancy joints with tuxedos and bellows
You dance showing off party cuts
And to the tango dancers to impress them
When you leave with your man, you make a big deal
Today your few springs
Make you dream about life
And in the perverted circle
Of the nocturnal revelry
You think about aristocracies
And you waste your Aprils
Poor girl who among fools
You feel like Mimí Pinsón
Think, poor girl, daddy, doll
That your beauty will fade one day
And like flowers wilting
Your crazy illusions will die
The guy who spoils you with his money
One day will get bored
And then like so many flowers from the mud
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 the years, relentless
Inject you with their bitterness
You'll see that your craziness
Were just soap bubbles
