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Pobre Cristina by Joaquín Sabina (original lyric)
Era tan pobre
Que no tenía más que dinero,
Besos de sobre
Herencia de su padre naviero.
Anfetaminas
Y alcohol desayuno 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 dolar
Ha amortizado varios maridos,
Pero siempre esta sola
Poniéndole una vela a cupido.
De la isla de Scorpios en yate a New York,
Del gran baile de Mónaco a cenar en Maxims,
Guardespaldas 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,
Qué 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 ari.
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,
Aunque se derrita
Empapadita de sudor
No se quita el albornoz.
Pobre Cristina by Joaquín Sabina (english translation)
I was so poor
That he had only money,
Kisses about
Heritage of his shipping father.
Amphetamines
And alcohol breakfast Miss Onassis,
Poor Cristina,
That finally managed to stay in the chassis.
Only I know that it says the pure truth
When he swears that his entire fortune would
For taking a boring and formal noviete
For entering an office in a hairdressing salon.
Cris, Cris, Cristina,
Sighs and fantasizes
With that he compliments her
A bricklayer
Cris, Cris, Cristina,
That a buttons see
If you can get it
Sleeping pills.
Tender heart,
The owners of the summer pamper her,
But winter
He never gets rid of it,
With his face of dollar
He has amortized several husbands,
But she is always alone
Putting a candle to Cupid.
From the island of Scorpios on a yacht to New York,
From the great dance of Monaco to dinner at Maxims,
Armed guards take her out of the Rolls,
A rented lover warms the suite.
Cris, Cris, Cristina,
Run an office
Lying in the pool
Of incosol.
Cris, Cris, Cristina,
Although it melts
Sweating with sweat
He does not take off his bathrobe.
Thousand and one tipejos
The arrows of love shoot at you,
Only the mirror
He spits the truth in his face,
Nobody warns you
That the sky does not go in a limousine,
What a bad luck
Do not accept death tips.
It's better to be the daughter of so-and-so
That the girl spoiled from the eyes of ari.
The shadow of papa superman weighs so much,
Look at it in that photo organizing a safari.
Cris, Cris, Cristina,
Sighs and fantasizes
With that he compliments her
A bricklayer
Cris, Cris, Cristina,
That a buttons see
If you can get it
Sleeping pills.
Cris, Cris, Cristina,
Run an office
Lying in the pool
Of incosol.
Cris, Cris, Cristina,
Although it melts
Sweating with sweat
He does not take off his bathrobe.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)
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