Francesita

Hey, boulevard girl
She has her shield, the fleur-de-lis
On wings she came from a chimera
She's a little French girl, from Paris
With her nervous and delicate silhouette
With her sparkles and her outfit
The girls from Argentina see her
And they say, 'Wow, she's something!'

Little French girl, flower of the boulevard
Don't get sad, you're going to cry
And you have to laugh to forget
Little French girl, flower of the boulevard

She dreamed happily with her old man
There in a neighborhood close to God
But the ungrateful one she loved so much
Gave his heart to another woman
He left with her and, crazed
She followed his steps from Paris
But she lost her way and the yearning for her life
Under the nights of this country