Lyrics of Madame Ivonne - Carlos Gardel, Francisco Canaro

Madame Ivonne (original)

Mademoiselle Ivonne era una pebeta
que en el barrio posta del viejo Montmartre
con su pinta brava de alegre griseta,
animo las fiestas de Les Quatre Arts.
Era la papusa del Barrio Latino,
que supo a los puntos del verso inspirar,
pero fue que un día llego un argentino
y a la francesita la hizo suspirar.
Madame Ivonne…
la cruz del sur fue como un sino
Madame Ivonne…
fue como el sino de tu suerte.
Alondra gris,
tu dolor me conmueve;
tu pena es de nieve,
Madame Ivonne…
Han pasao diez años que zarpo de Francia.
Mademoiselle Ivonne… hoy solo es madame,
la que al ver que todo quedo en la distancia,
con ojos muy tristes bebe su champagne.
Ya no es la papusa del Barrio Latino,
ya no es la mistonga florecita de lis…
ya nada le queda… ni aquel argentino
que entre tango y mate la alzo de Paris.

(translation)

Mademoiselle Ivonne was a babe
that in the post district of old Montmartre
with his brave look of cheerful griseta,
she animated the parties of Les Quatre Arts.
She was the papusa of the Latin Quarter,
that she knew how to inspire the points of the verse,
but it was that one day an Argentine arrived
and she made the French girl sigh.
Madame Yvonne...
the southern cross was like a fate
Madame Yvonne...
It was like the fate of your luck.
gray lark,
your pain moves me;
your sorrow is snow,
Madame Yvonne...
Ten years have passed since I set sail from France.
Mademoiselle Ivonne… today she is only madame,
the one that when seeing that everything was in the distance,
with very sad eyes she drinks her champagne from her.
She is no longer the papusa of the Latin Quarter,
she is no longer the mistonga little flower of lis…
nothing is left for him... not even that Argentine
that between tango and mate I raise her from Paris.