Madame Ivonne

Mademoiselle Ivonne was a young girl
who in the real neighborhood of old Montmartre
with her tough look of a cheerful girl,
animated the parties of Les Quatre Arts.

She was the doll of the Latin Quarter,
who knew how to inspire the points of the verse,
but it was that one day an Argentine arrived
and made the little French girl sigh.

Madame Ivonne...
the Southern Cross was like a fate
Madame Ivonne...
was like the fate of your luck.

Grey lark,
your pain moves me;
your sorrow is of snow,
Madame Ivonne...

Ten years have passed since she sailed from France.
Mademoiselle Ivonne... today she is only madame,
who, seeing that everything remained in the distance,
drinks her champagne with very sad eyes.

She is no longer the doll of the Latin Quarter,
she is no longer the charming little flower of lilies...
nothing is left for her... not even that Argentine
who, between tango and mate, lifted her from Paris.