Muñequita de París

Little doll from Paris,
little crystal face,
your passing was fleeting,
it was brief, it was mortal,
as brief as the tale
I once heard told
of that little ivory princess...

Paris...
in the enchantment of your light,
Paris...
the illusion passes radiant,
it was...
the little ivory princess
that captivated my childhood,
those tales of Paris,
then...
the night with its carousel
of light...
was its delirium and was its cross,
I...
in the blindness of my love,
I saw her...
burn in your splendor,
Paris...