Muñeca Brava

Hey 'madam' who speaks French
And throws Ventolin with both hands,
Who dines and drinks fancy cocktails
And has a very cool gigolo...
You're a biscuit
With very arched eyelashes...
Wild doll
Highly sought after.
You're from the Trianon...
From the Trianon of Villa Crespo...
Little tango dancer,
Second-hand toy...

You have a camba who spoils you
And twenty years that are like dimes,
And your purse is very full
To spend it from north to south...
They all talk about you, wild doll
Because you confuse the fools without a group,
To me, you're always the one who didn't know
How to keep a piece of love and youth.

Ring the bell of the illusion that fades away
And flaunt your elegant silhouette,
And if tears come looking for you
Shake off your pain and laugh...
Pop the champagne as life slips away,
Wild doll, flower of sin...
When you reach
The end of your career,
You'll see your springs
Fade away