Lyrics and translation Joaquín Sabina - Pobre Cristina

Pobre Cristina

Era tan pobre
Que no tenía más que dinero
Besos de sobre
De herencia de su padre naviero
Anfetaminas
Y alcohol desayunó Miss Onassis
Pobre Cristina
Que al fin logró quedarse en el chasis
Sólo yo sé que dice la pura verdad
Cuando jura que toda su fortuna daría
Por echarse un noviete aburrido y formal
Por entrar de oficiala en una peluquería
Cris, Cris, Cristina
Suspira y fantasea con que la piropea un albañil
Cris, Cris, Cristina
Que un botones vea si le puede conseguir
Pastillas para dormir
Corazón tierno
Los dueños del verano la miman
Pero el invierno
No se lo saca nunca de encima
Con su cara de dólar
Ha amortizado varios maridos
Pero siempre está sola
Poniéndole una vela a Cupido
De la isla de Scorpios en yate a New York
Del gran baile de Mónaco a cenar al Maxim's
Guardaespaldas armados la sacan del Rolls
Un amante alquilado le calienta la suite...
Cris, Cris, Cristina
Dirige una oficina tumbada en la piscina de incosol
Cris, Cris, Cristina
Aunque se derrita empapadita de sudor...
No se quita el albornoz
Mil y un tipejos
Las flechas del amor le disparan
Sólo el espejo
Le escupe la verdad a la cara
Nadie le advierte
Que al cielo no se va en Limusina
Que mala suerte
Que no acepte la muerte propinas
Vale más ser la hija de fulano de tal
Que la niña mimada de los ojos de Arí
Pesa tanto la sombra de papá superman
Míralo en esa foto organizando un safari
Cris, Cris, Cristina
Suspira y fantasea con que la piropea un albañil
Cris, Cris, Cristina
Que un botones vea si le puede conseguir...
Pastillas para dormir
Cris, Cris, Cristina
Dirige una oficina tumbada en la piscina de incosol
Cris, Cris, Cristina (Cris, Cris, Cristina)
Aunque se derrita perfumada de sudor...
No se quita el albornoz
Cris, Cris, Cristina
Suspira y fantasea con que la piropea un albañil
Cris, Cris, Cristina (Cris, Cris, Cristina)
Que un botones vea si le puede conseguir...
Pastillas para dormir

Poor Cristina

She was so poor,
She had nothing but money,
Kisses to spare,
An inheritance from her father, the ship owner.
Amphetamines,
And alcohol for breakfast, Miss Onassis.
Poor Cristina,
Who finally managed to get stuck on the chassis.
Only I know she's telling the truth,
When she swears she would give up all her fortune,
To have a boring and formal boyfriend,
To become a cashier in a hair salon.
Cris, Cris, Cristina,
She sighs and fantasizes about a bricklayer flirting with her.
Cris, Cris, Cristina,
She asks a bellhop to see if he can get her...
Sleeping pills.
Tender heart,
The owners of summer spoil her,
But winter,
She never shakes it off.
With her dollar face,
She has paid off several husbands,
But she's always alone,
Lighting a candle to Cupid.
From the island of Scorpios by yacht to New York,
From the grand ball of Monaco to dinner at Maxim's,
Armed bodyguards get her out of the Rolls,
A rented lover warms up the suite...
Cris, Cris, Cristina,
She runs an office while lying by the incosol pool.
Cris, Cris, Cristina,
Even though she melts, soaked in sweat...
She doesn't take off her bathrobe.
A thousand guys,
The arrows of love pierce her,
Only the mirror,
Spits the truth in her face.
No one warns her,
That heaven is not reached in a limousine,
What bad luck,
That death doesn't accept tips.
It's better to be the daughter of so-and-so,
Than the spoiled girl in the eyes of Ari.
The shadow of Superman's father weighs so heavily,
Look at him in that photo, organizing a safari.
Cris, Cris, Cristina,
She sighs and fantasizes about a bricklayer flirting with her.
Cris, Cris, Cristina,
She asks a bellhop to see if he can get her...
Sleeping pills.
Cris, Cris, Cristina,
She runs an office while lying by the incosol pool.
Cris, Cris, Cristina (Cris, Cris, Cristina)
Even though she melts, perfumed with sweat...
She doesn't take off her bathrobe.
Cris, Cris, Cristina,
She sighs and fantasizes about a bricklayer flirting with her.
Cris, Cris, Cristina (Cris, Cris, Cristina)
She asks a bellhop to see if he can get her...
Sleeping pills.