Buenos Dias, Adela Mia

Good morning, my Adela
Tell me how you rested
I guess by your smile
Your joy for being my love

How are those breakfasts
I'm hungry like an animal
A strong black coffee
Jam and toasted bread

I sense a tiring day
A visit to the ambassador
These are not life or death matters
They are from the war of bad love

You have to see how the service is
They don't show any care
They're not like they used to be
When serving was their virtue

Since that inauguration
We ate without rhyme or reason
My waist widened
I got a better color

But this girdle squeezes me so much
And I can't go out obese
I've been trying for years
To impose the sign of palm and wardrobe

I'm lucky that the ambassador
Is a charming old man

I'll go fast in my black car
From this car I control the town
Moving masses, I'm an artist
And my destiny is clear

Oh Adela, how happy you are
How I envy your condition
To be the wife of an important man
Is to live, I tell you

Don't complain, it's not that bad
Occasionally a reception
A school for poor children
Or a simple application

A tea with milk, a meeting
A pleasant conversation
With your friends of rank
While I have fun at golf

Our children are in Switzerland
The oldest is just like me
The second is like her mother
And the third is a great...

The third is a great...
Who doesn't study and says that I
Have a charge for my past
And for my chameleon color

What this black sheep doesn't understand
Is that I fought in the war
I am a slave to the incomprehension
Of this lost generation.