Va Por Chapultepec

Nobody can imagine
What's behind a great man:
Optimistic, winner, well positioned
For the occasion.
A couple of tequila shots
To prepare the view,
Just in case
They become demanding in the choice.
Approaching with a smile,
With Argentine mischief,
And whispers in the ear:
"There's no one in the world more
Beautiful than you".
Who will believe
Such a lie?
The night advances
And his chance as a fisherman retreats.

Goes through Chapultepec,
Turns at Cuahutemoc,
Has humble intentions:
Some luck for love.

He tries everything
The stubborn confident.
There are many prey
Who distrust his conviction.
And with each attempt
He fades away.
Where will there be a creature
That walks towards the grill?
My God...

Goes through Chapultepec,
Turns at Cuahutemoc,
Has humble intentions:
Some luck for love.

And the morning sun was smiling,
And he stopped at a stand to eat,
He had a tremendous enchilada,
He heated up his brains and started running.
If you add to this diet the mezcal
And the bostero's virulos,
He soon became a rat,
That will die in some hole.
Coming out of Nezahualcoyotl
I went through Chapultepec
I was briefly at Cuahutemoc;
At the very corner I met the girl,
Or the boy... no way to guess.
He's desperate now,
And comes swinging lassos and bolas.
He hit a big-nosed and pot-bellied bird.
"What did he take?", people wonder.
Who doesn't carry a burden
In the record of the heart?

Goes through Chapultepec,
Turns at Cuahutemoc,
Has humble intentions:
At this hour if it's a woman, better.

Dance, dance the parrot,
Generous and affectionate.

Goes through Chapultepec,
Turns at Cuahutemoc,
Has humble intentions:
At this hour if it's a woman, better;
At this hour if it's a woman, better;
At this hour... if it's a human being, better.
Rococo!