Che papusa oí!

Doll, little doll who speaks with a lisp
and with real grace, you stir things up nicely;
with your tambourine gestures
you're the most stylish milonguera;
dressed to the nines, you dance with style
and out of strange snobbery, you sip prissé,
and in a fancy car, from south to north,
you stroll like a lady of high class.

Hey doll, listen up
the melodious chords played by the bandoneon;
Hey doll, listen up
the anxious beats of your poor heart;
Hey doll, listen up
how the passages of your past emerge from this tango...
If today you're swept away
by the luxury of the environment,
tomorrow I want to see you...

Beautiful milonguera, doll and peach,
with mischievous peppermint eyes,
with a fancy way of speaking, a tough look
and sinful carmine lips,
you show off your jewels at the milonga
with a flashy, brilliant display
and when you dance those bold tangos
you make the live one and the fool return.