Che Papusa Oí

Doll, little doll, puppet, who speaks with 'zeta,
And who with real grace stirs things up,
With your tambourine gestures
You're the most stylish little milonguerita;
Dressed up like a bacana you dance with style
And out of strange snobbery you drink frizzé,
And in a fancy car from south to north,
You stroll like a lady of high class.

Hey doll, Listen!
The melodious chords
That the bandoneon modulates;
Hey doll, Listen!
The anguished heartbeats
Of your poor heart.

Hey doll, Listen!
How from this tango arise
The passages of your past...
If among the luxury of the environment
Today you're carried away by the current,
Tomorrow I want to see you...

Beautiful milonguerita, doll and fig,
With almond-shaped eyes of peppermint,
With a slang of the streets, a tough look,
And a sinful mouth colored crimson;
Your jewels deceive in the milonga
With a fine display of brilliance,
And when you dance those tangos of give and take
You make the fool out of the rube and the clever one...

Hey doll, Listen!
The chords...

In another version it is heard:
(1) With mischievous eyes of peppermint,
(2) With strong bluffing...