Va Por Chapultepec - Bersuit Vergarabat

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!

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!