La telenovela [English translation]

[Joaquín]

Your honour, your honour...

I'm writing this letter to you

To let you know that I must give up this life

For nothing can comfort me anymore.

My wife has left me

For a soap opera...

When I arrive home from work

It never smells of cooked food anymore.

My wife is always locked in her bedroom

With the TV switched on.

When she is watching her favourite soap

She even forgets my name!

She kisses me and says...

[Lucía]

My darling Luis Afredo! *

[Joaquín]

Hey, it's me!

[Lucía]

Oh, my darling Luis Alfredo!

[Joaquín]

Hey, it's me!

[Lucía]

My darling Luis Afredo!

Let me tell you all about it:

She is pregnant...

The baby isn't his

But he doesn't know anything at all.

[Joaquín]

As far as I'm concerned, he needn't worry:

I will keep quiet

As long as I have a plate full of food

And an ice cold beer...

Listen, please!

I want an ice cold beer!

[Both]

Listen, please!

I want an ice cold beer!

[Joaquín]

She doesn't talk to me, she doesn't see me,

She doesn't bath anymore and she doesn't cook...

Our children are going hungry:

Our youngest boy pulled a muscle!

Our dog has died

And soon, granny will die, too...

But, at home, no one can compete

With the soap opera!

Oh, no! No one can compete

With the soap opera...

[Both]

No, no one can compete

With the soap opera...

[Joaquín]

I thought to myself

"This won't last forever".

"Ma'am, do you also watch the soap opera?"

I asked one of our neighbours.

She answered that it was a short one,

That it would end very soon...

[Lucía]

They've shown the eight-hundredth episode...

And there are five hundred more to go.

[Joaquín]

Oh God, what a nightmare!

There are five hundred more episodes to go!

[Both]

Oh God, what a nightmare!

There are five hundred more episodes to go!

[Joaquín]

She doesn't talk to me, she doesn't see me,

She doesn't bath anymore and she doesn't cook...

Our children are going hungry:

Our youngest boy pulled a muscle!

Our dog has died

And soon, granny will die, too...

But, at home, no one can compete

With the soap opera!

[Both]

No, no one can compete

With the soap opera...

[Joaquín]

Oh, no! No one can compete

With the soap opera...

[Both]

No, no one can compete

With the soap opera...

[Joaquín]

Oh, no! No one can compete

With the soap opera...

Your honour, your honour...

I have thought this through

And I regret to inform you

That I cannot commit suicide anymore

For... I must know

How the soap opera will end!

She doesn't talk to me, she doesn't see me,

She doesn't bath anymore and she doesn't cook...

Our children are going hungry:

Our youngest boy pulled a muscle!

Our dog has died

And soon, granny will die, too...

But, at home, no one can compete

With the soap opera!

Oh, no! No one can compete

With the soap opera...

[Both]

No, no one can compete

With the soap opera...

[Joaquín]

Oh, no! No one can compete

With the soap opera...

• Artist:Pimpinela
• Album:Corazón gitano (1999)