Margot [English translation]

From far away it can be seen in you,

good for nothing show-off

who has been born in misery

in a small room in a slum

Because there's something that sells you

I don't know if it is the look in your eyes

your way of seating down

of talking, of standing up

of that body used to

cotton clothing

That body that today follows

the tempting compasses

to the rhythm of some tango

in the arms of a fool

while your silhouette triumphs

and your colorful dresses

among laughs and cat calls

of young followers

among the smoke of cigars

and the d'Armenonville champagne

It's a lie, it wasn't a tough guy

lazy or arrogant

nor a veteran pimp

the one who threw you into the vice

You fell because of your own fault

and it wasn't innocently:

whims of living in luxury

that you had in your mind

from the day that a smug fop flirted on you

You always hang with gullible men

passing as being high class

to luxurious reserved rooms of the Petit or the Julien (hotels)

An your mom, poor old lady

washes clothes all week long

to be able to feed

with Franciscan poverty

in the old little convent

that uses kerosene for lighting

I remember, you didn't have

almost anything to put on;

today you use silk clothing

with little rococo roses

Your presence enrages me

I would pay for not seeing you!

You have even changed your name

how has your luck changed:

you are not my Margarita anymore....

now they call you Margot...

• Artist:Julio Sosa