Manuelita La Tortuga

Manuelita lived in Pehuajó
But one day she left
No one really knew why
She went to Paris
A little bit walking
And a little bit on foot

Manuelita, Manuelita
Manuelita, where are you going
With your malachite suit
And your bold steps?

Manuelita once fell in love
With a turtle that passed by
She said: What can I do?
This old, he won't love me
In Europe, with patience
They can make me beautiful

Manuelita, Manuelita
Manuelita, where are you going
With your malachite suit
And your bold steps?

At the dry cleaner in Paris
They painted her with varnish
They ironed her in French
Inside out and outside in
They put a little wig on her
And boots on her feet

Manuelita, Manuelita
Manuelita, where are you going?
With your malachite suit
And your bold steps?

So many years she took to cross the sea
That there she wrinkled again
And, therefore, she returned
Old as she left
To look for her turtle
Who waits for her in Pehuajó

Manuelita, Manuelita
Manuelita, where are you going
With your malachite suit
And your bold steps?

With your malachite suit
And your bold steps