Translation of the song lyrics Va Por Chapultepec - Bersuit Vergarabat

Va Por Chapultepec (original)

Nadie puede imaginar
Lo que hay detras de un gran hombre:
Optimista, ganador, bien parado
Para la ocasin.
Un par de tequilazos
Para preparar la vista,
No vaya a ser cosa
Que se ponga exigente en la eleccin.
Se acerca sonriendo,
Con picardia argentina,
Y le dice al oido:
«no hay nadie en el mundo mas
Linda que vos».
Quien va a creer
Semejante mentira?
Avanza la noche
Y retrocede su chance de pescador.
Va por Chapultepec,
Dobla por la Cuahutemoc,
Tiene humildes pretensiones:
Algo de suerte para el amor.
Le va a todas
El testarudo confiado.
Hay muchas presas
Que desconfian de su conviccin.
Y a cada intento
Se va desdibujando.
Adnde habra un bicho
Que camine para el asador?
Dios mio…
Va por Chapultepec,
Dobla por la Cuahutemoc,
Tiene humildes pretensiones:
Algo de suerte para el amor.
Y sonreia el sol de la maana,
Y se par en un puesto para comer,
Se avent una tremenda enchilada,
Se calent los sesos y empez a correr.
Si les sumas a esta dieta el mezcal
Y los virulos del bostero,
Pronto se convirti en ratn,
Que va a morir en algun agujero.
Saliendo de Nezahuaycoyoti
Tom por Chapultepec
En tantito estuve por la Cuahutemoc;
En la mera esquina con la chava me encontr,
O el chavo… ni modo que adivine.
Ya esta desesperado,
Y viene revoleando lazos y boleadoras.
Le di a un pajarraco
De buena napia y barrign.
«Qu se llev?», se pregunta la gente.
Quin no carga un bagallo
En el prontuario del corazn?
Va por Chapultepec,
Dobla por la Cuahutemoc,
Tiene humildes pretensiones:
A esta hora si es mujer, mejor.
Baila, baila el lorito,
Generoso y mimosito
Va por Chapultepec,
Dobla por la Cuahutemoc,
Tiene humildes pretensiones:
A esta hora si es mujer, mejor;
A esta hora si es mujer, mejor;
A esta hora … si es ser humano, mejor.
Rococ!

(translation)

no one can imagine
What is behind a great man:
Optimistic, winner, well off
For the occasion.
A couple of tequila shots
To prepare the view,
not going to be thing
Let him be demanding in the election.
He approaches smiling,
With Argentinian mischievousness,
And she whispers in his ear:
"there is no one in the world more
Beautiful than you».
who will believe
Such a lie?
advance the night
And his fisherman's chance goes back.
He goes through Chapultepec,
Turn for the Cuahutemoc,
He has humble pretensions:
Some luck for love.
he goes to all
The confident stubborn.
There are many prey
They mistrust your conviction of him.
And at every try
He fades away.
where will there be a bug
Who walks to the grill?
My God…
He goes through Chapultepec,
Turn for the Cuahutemoc,
He has humble pretensions:
Some luck for love.
And the morning sun smiled,
And stopped at a stall to eat,
A tremendous enchilada was thrown,
He heated his brains and began to run.
If you add to this diet the mezcal
And the virus of the bostero,
He soon turned into a mouse,
That he is going to die in some hole.
Leaving Nezahuaycoyoti
Tom for Chapultepec
For a little while I was in Cuahutemoc;
I found myself on the mere corner with the girl,
Or the guy… no way can I guess.
He's already desperate
And he comes swinging bows and balls.
I hit a bird
Of good napia and belly.
“What did he take?” people ask.
Who does not carry a bagallo
In the record of the heart?
He goes through Chapultepec,
Turn for the Cuahutemoc,
He has humble pretensions:
At this time if she is a woman, better.
She dances, the parrot dances,
Generous and cuddly
He goes through Chapultepec,
Turn for the Cuahutemoc,
He has humble pretensions:
At this time if it is a woman, better;
At this time if it is a woman, better;
At this time... if it's a human being, better.
Rococo!