Translation of the song lyrics Pompas De Jabon - Carlos Gardel

Pompas De Jabon (original)

Pebeta de mi barrio, papa, papusa
Que andas paseando en auto con un bacán
Que te has cortado el pelo como se usa
Y que te lo has teñido color champán
Que en lo peringundines de frac y fuelle
Bailas luciendo cortes de cotillón
Y que a las milongueras, por darles dique
Al irte con tu «camba», batís «allón»
Hoy tus pocas primaveras
Te hacen soñar en la vida
Y en la ronda pervertida
Del nocturno jarandón
Pensá en aristocracias
Y derrochás tus abriles…
¡Pobre mina, que entre giles
Te sentís Mimí Pinsón!!!
Pensá, pobre pebeta, papa, papusa
Que tu belleza un día se esfumará
Y que como todas las flores que se marchitan
Tus locas ilusiones se morirán
El «mishé» que te mima con sus morlacos
El día menos pensado se aburrirá
Y entonces como tantas flores de fango
Irás por esas calles a mendigar…
Triunfas porque sos apenas
Embrión de carne cansada
Y porque tu carcajada
Es dulce modulación
Cuando implacables, los años
Te inyecten sus amarguras…
Ya verás que tus locuras
Fueron pompas de jabón

Pompas De Jabon (translation)

Pebeta from my neighborhood, dad, papusa
That you are riding in a car with a bacán
That you have cut your hair as it is used
And that you have dyed it champagne color
That in the peringundines of tails and bellows
You dance wearing cotillion cuts
And that to the milongueras, for giving them a dam
When you leave with your «camba», you beat «allón»
Today your few springs
They make you dream in life
And in the perverted round
of the jarandon night
Think of aristocracies
And you waste your years...
Poor mine, that between giles
Do you feel Mimí Pinsón!!!
Think, poor pebeta, papa, papusa
That your beauty will one day vanish
And that like all the flowers that wither
Your crazy illusions will die
The “mishé” that pampers you with its morlacos
The least expected day will be bored
And then like so many mud flowers
You will go through those streets to beg…
You win because you are just
tired meat embryo
And why your laugh
It's sweet modulation
When relentless, the years
They inject their bitterness into you...
You'll see that your madness
They were soap bubbles