The lady in red
Ah, Cristiana, so tall an elegant you are
Your dress richly red cost more than a pensioner's yearly pay
Perfect your make-up; did you need help?
Ah, Cristina, you are so stern, a tanned gym mistress
wants us to pay our taxes on time, be modest in our pay demand
You are a Goddess and therefore pay no taxes
Ah, Cristina, I saw you once at Gar Du Nord in Paris, boarding a train
tall you were, among grey-suited men, deeply tanned your face
Your silk scarf is so colourful; who is your hairdresser?
Ah, Cristine, severely you lectured the Greeks squandering money
Demanding they pay promptly and save on social expenses.
The day you went for a holiday in the Bahamas.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem