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...
Brave doll
highly valued.
You're from Trianón...
from Trianón in 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 skate it from North to South...
They all chase you, Brave 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 illusion that fades away
and embrace your elegant silhouette,
and if tears come looking for you
wipe away your pain and laugh...
Pop champagne as life slips away from you,
Brave Doll, flower of sin...
When you reach
the end of your career,
you'll see your springs
fade away