Madame (ningú no sabia el seu nom)

Nobody knows her name,
everyone called her 'Madame'.
Round as a nut,
stretched and sweating,
at the beach in her swimsuit
that she bought at 'Samaritan'.
Tourist on the grill
with oil, sand, and salt.

And the boys on the beach
hear her sweetly snore,
with airs of flirtation,
lover of any lover,
they surround her and sing to her,
they make her heart flutter,
wrinkles that hide
prizes to win.

- Oh, how slim and pretty
she is today, 'Madame',
she looks like a mermaid out of the sea,
what well-dyed hair 'Madame' has.

And she understands nothing,
she shows a tooth,
she laughs, laughs and says nothing.

- What a round belly 'Madame' has,
the wrinkles are gentle and sensual,
for a small price she would be your lover 'Madame'.

And she understands nothing,
she shows a tooth,
she laughs, laughs and says nothing.

- And you will go to France,
suitcase full of memories,
hats and castanets, cognacs and handkerchiefs,
envy of neighbors who have not had the luck
to go to foreign lands and buy a song.