Griseta

Weird mix of musette and mimí
With caresses from Rodolfo and Schaunard
She was the flower of Paris that a novel's dream brought to the suburb
And in the crazy wandering of the cabaret
The lullaby of some tough tango encouraged an illusion
She dreamed of Des Grieux, wanted to be Manon

Little French girl, you brought it lively
Sentimental and flirtatious, the poetry of the neighborhood
Who would say that your poem of grisette would only have one stanza?
The silent agony of Marguerite Gautier

But the cold sordidness of the suburb, draining the purity of her faith
Without finding her Duval, dried up her heart like a lily of the valley
And one night of champagne and coco; to the funeral lullaby of a bandoneon
Poor thing fell asleep like Mimí; like Manon

Little French girl, you brought it lively
Sentimental and flirtatious, the poetry of the neighborhood
Who would say that your poem of grisette would only have one stanza?
The silent agony of Marguerite Gautier