Lyrics of Pobre Cristina - Joaquín Sabina

Pobre Cristina (original)

Era tan pobre
Que no tenía más que dinero
Besos de sobre
Herencia de su padre el 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 en 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
Solo 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 Ari
Pesa tanto la sombra de papá superman
Míralo en esa foto organizando un safari

(translation)

I was so poor
That she had nothing but money
envelope kisses
Inheritance of his father from him the shipowner
amphetamines
And alcohol breakfasted miss Onassis
poor Christina
That finally managed to stay in the chassis
Only I know that she tells the honest truth
When she swears that all her fortune she would give
For having a boring and formal boyfriend
For entering a hair salon as an officer
Chris, Chris, Christina
sigh and fantasize
With what compliment
a mason
Chris, Chris, Christina
that a buttons see
If she can get him
Sleeping pills
tender heart
The owners of summer pamper her
but the winter
He never gets rid of it
With his dollar face
She has amortized several husbands
But she's always alone
Putting a candle to cupid
From the island of Scorpios by yacht to New York
From the grand ball in Monaco to dinner at Maxim's
Armed bodyguards pull her out of the Rolls
A rented lover warms up her suite
Chris, Chris, Christina
She runs an office
lying in the pool
By Incosol
Chris, Chris, Christina
She though she melts
drenched in sweat
Does not take off the bathrobe
A thousand and one little guys
The arrows of love shoot him
just the mirror
She spits the truth in his face
no one warns you
That to heaven she does not go in a limousine
What a bad luck
That she does not accept death tips
It is better to be the daughter of so-and-so
That the darling of Ari's eyes
She weighs so much the shadow of daddy superman
Look at him in that photo organizing a safari