It's been five years since the man has died

Don't think the people have changed

We can put up posters, we can riot in the streets

Still a woman can't make ends meet



So why don't you do something about it?

Things don't happen to you; you make them happen

She laughed

You don't understand; you're from another land

Things here are different



Here in sunny Spain the widows all wear black

To show their respect and their sorrow

Here in Spain, so simple is our life

You're either a whore, a mother, or a wife



(chorus)



We've seen your freedom

We get your TV shows

So sinful, so inviting

I thought I'd like to know

I'm the talk of the town

I'm the shame of my family

Your wonderful freedom -- look where it's got me



(chorus)



Things here are different