Joaquin Sabina — Pobre Cristina song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Pobre Cristina" by Joaquin Sabina.
Lyrics
Era tan pobre que no tenía más que dinero
besos de sobre de herencia de su padre naviero.
Anfetaminas y alcohol, desayuno Miss Onassis,
pobre Cristina, que al fin logró quedarse en el chasis.
Solo yo se 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 sentada 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 propina.
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 sentada en la piscina de incosol
Cris…, Cris…, Cristina
aunque se derrita perfumada de sudor no se quita el albornoz.
Lyrics translation
He was so poor he had nothing but money
kisses from her father's inheritance envelope.
Amphetamines and alcohol, Miss Onassis breakfast,
poor Cristina, who finally managed to stay in the chassis.
Only I know that he speaks the pure truth
when he swears all his fortune would give
for getting a boring, formal boyfriend
for officially breaking into a hair salon.
Cris..., Cris..., Cristina
she sighs and fantasizes that a bricklayer is setting her up
Cris..., Cris..., Cristina
have a bellman see if he can get you some sleeping pills.
Tender heart, the owners of summer pamper her
but winter never gets him off his back.
With his dollar face has written off several husbands
but she's always alone putting a candle on Cupid.
From the island of Scorpios on yacht to New York
from the Great Monaco dance to dinner at Maxim's.
Armed bodyguards take her out of the Rolls
a rented lover warms his suite.
Cris..., Cris..., Cristina
he runs an office sitting in the pool of incosol
Cris..., Cris..., Cristina
even if it melts soaked in sweat, you don't take off your bathrobe.
A thousand and one typejos the arrows of Love shoot him
only the mirror spits the truth in his face.
No one warns you that you don't go to heaven in a limo
it's bad luck he doesn't accept death tip.
It's better to be so-called's daughter
that spoiled little girl in ari's eyes
it weighs so much the shadow of Daddy superman
look at him in that picture organizing a safari.
Cris..., Cris..., Cristina
she sighs and fantasizes that a bricklayer is setting her up
Cris..., Cris..., Cristina
have a bellman see if he can get you some sleeping pills.
Cris..., Cris..., Cristina
he runs an office sitting in the pool of incosol
Cris..., Cris..., Cristina
although it melts fragrant sweat does not take off the bathrobe.