Pompas de jabón - Roberto Goyeneche Übersetzung ins Englische

Pompas de jabón

Pebeta de mi barrio, papa, papusa,
Que andás 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 los piringundines de frac y fuelle
Bailás luciendo cortesd de cotillón,
Y que a las milongueras por darles dique
Al irte con tu camba batís allon.

Hoy tus pocas primaveras
Te hacen soñar en la vida
Y en la ronda pervertida
Del nocturno jarangón;
Pensás 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 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 del fango
Irás por esas calles a mendigar.

Triunfás 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 jabón

My sweet little girl from the neighborhood, my doll,
You're riding around in a car with a big shot,
You've cut your hair in the latest style,
And you've dyed it champagne color.

In the dance halls, you dance in your fancy dress,
You show off your dance moves like a pro,
And you snub the other girls,
When you leave with your man, you act so smug.

Today, your youthful beauty
Makes you dream of a glamorous life,
And in the giddy world of nightclubs,
You think you're something special.
You dream of high society,
And you waste your precious years.
Poor girl, surrounded by fools,
You think you're a princess!

Think about it, my sweet little girl,
Your beauty will fade one day,
And like flowers that wilt away,
Your silly dreams will die.
The man who spoils you with his money
Will get bored with you one day,
And then, like so many other fallen women,
You'll be begging on the streets.

You succeed because you're just a
Young girl with a fresh face,
And because your laughter
Is sweet and alluring.
But when the unforgiving years
Bring you their bitterness...
You'll see that your follies
Were just so many soap bubbles.