Che Papusa, Oi

Doll, little doll, hey doll, you speak with a lisp,
And with true grace, you swing your hips,
With your tambourine gestures,
You're the most stylish little tango dancer;
Dressed to the nines, you dance with flair,
And out of strange snobbery, you drink frizzé,
In a flashy car from south to north,
You stroll like a high-class lady.

Hey doll, listen up!
The melodious chords
That the bandoneón plays;
Hey doll, listen up!
The anguished heartbeats
Of your poor heart.

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

Beautiful tango dancer, doll and flirt,
With almond-shaped peppermint eyes,
With a fancy way of speaking, a tough look,
And sinful crimson lips;
Your jewels deceive at the milonga
With a subtle, flashy display,
And when you dance those intense tangos,
You turn the naive and the fool.

Hey doll, listen up!