Muñequita

Where will he be...
My love, I can't find it.
I do nothing but look for him
because without him it is no longer life;
I tasted the forbidden fruit
I tasted the charm of loving him.
Where can it be...
My love, I can't find it.

I remember, in Florida
I used to go for a ride in his car,
and she was always dressed
by Paquin or Georgette.

She even had a carriage for me,
boat on the Tigre and a Ford,
garçonniere in the Passage
with all luxury and comfort.

I was very spoiled
because I was elegant and pretty;
that's why the crowd
called me 'little doll'.

It was nice to see my table,
with flowers, marron glacé;
everything was joy and richness,
and running champagne frappé.

It was all over...
For me when he left.
I'm not going to drink tea
at Harrod's like I used to;
I don't wear the jewelry and glitter
that I once wore.
It was all over...
For me, when he left.

Tell him from me
if you should see him
not to do such a felony
with a poor woman.
That even the sheep puppy
won't eat a bite
and that the goldfinch has died
in its abandoned cage.

If I go to the piano to play
to dissipate my splendor
goes my cry to accompany
the 'Millions of Harlequin'.

I no longer want a carriage
nor luxury, boat nor Ford
nor stroll, nor change costumes,
that I only want their love.