El Norte Es una Quimera - Los Mélodicos traduction en anglais

El Norte Es una Quimera

Me fui para Nueva York en busca de unos centavos
He regresado a Caracas como fuete de arriar pavo'
El Norte es una quimera, ¡qué atrocidad!
Si dicen que allá se vive, ¡vamos pa allá!

Ay, me fui para Nueva York, pero en busca de unos centavos
He regresado a Caracas como fuete de arriar pavo'
El Norte es una quimera, ¡qué atrocidad!
Si dicen que allá se vive, ¡vamos pa allá!

Ay, Nueva York, no me halagues con el oro
Te desprecio y te desdoro, no me agrada y lo deploro
Ay, Nueva York, yo allá no voy
Porque no hay berro ni hay caña ni hay amor

Ay, Nueva York, que no me halagues que con el oro
Te desprecio y te desdoro, no me agrada y lo deploro
Ay, Nueva York, yo allá no voy
Porque no hay berro ni hay caña ni hay amor

Todo el que va a Nueva York se pone tan embustero
Que si allí lavaba plato', dice aquí que era platero
El Norte es una quimera, ¡qué atrocidad!
Si dicen que allá se vive, ¡vamos pa allá!

Ay, todo el que va a Nueva York, pero se pone tan embustero
Que si allí cargaba cajas, dice aquí que era cajero
El Norte es una quimera, ¡qué atrocidad!
Si dicen que allá se vive, ¡vámonos pa allá!

Ay, Nueva York, que no me halagues que con el oro
Te desprecio y te desdoro, no me agrada y lo deploro
Ay, Nueva York, yo allá no voy
Porque no hay berro ni hay caña ni hay amor

Ay, Nueva York, que no me halagues que con el oro
Te desprecio y te desdoro, ¡no me agrada y lo deploro!
Ay, Nueva York, yo allá no voy
Porque no hay berro ni hay caña ni hay amor

No, la verdad, mis amigos, les digo
Que Nueva York es tremendo embarque
Lo que voy a hacer es agarrar mi catrecito
Y llevármelo a mi bungalow de la Charleca

Ay, que Nueva York, que no me halagues que con el oro
Te desprecio y te desdoro, no me agrada y I am sorry
Ay, Nueva York, yo allá no voy
Porque no hay berro ni hay caña ni hay amor

The North Is a Chimera

I went to New York looking for some cash, my love,
I've returned to Caracas broke as a joke, my dove.
The North is a chimera, what an atrocity!
If they say life is good there, let's all go, you see!

Oh, I went to New York, honey, looking for some dough,
I've returned to Caracas with nothing to show.
The North is a chimera, what a disgrace!
If they say life is better there, let's go to that place!

Oh, New York, don't flatter me with your gold, my sweet,
I despise and disdain you, my dear, can't stand the heat.
Oh, New York, I won't go there, no way,
'Cause there's no watercress, no sugarcane, no love to stay.

Oh, New York, don't try to flatter me with your gold so bright,
I despise and disdain you, darling, it just isn't right.
Oh, New York, I won't go there, it's true,
'Cause there's no watercress, no sugarcane, no love for you and me, too.

Everyone who goes to New York becomes such a liar,
If they washed dishes there, they say here they were a fryer.
The North is a chimera, what a terrible thing!
If they say life is good there, let's all sing!

Oh, everyone who goes to New York becomes such a fake,
If they carried boxes there, they say here they made the cake.
The North is a chimera, what a terrible plight!
If they say life is better there, let's take flight!

Oh, New York, don't flatter me with your gold, I implore,
I despise and disdain you, sweetheart, I can't take it anymore.
Oh, New York, I won't go there, I swear,
'Cause there's no watercress, no sugarcane, no love to share.

Oh, New York, don't flatter me with your gold so fine,
I despise and disdain you, my love, my heart's not thine.
Oh, New York, I won't go there, that's for sure,
'Cause there's no watercress, no sugarcane, and no love to cure.

No, the truth is, my friends, I tell you so,
That New York is a terrible cargo.
What I'm going to do is grab my little cot,
And take it to my bungalow in La Charleca, that's my spot.

Oh, New York, don't flatter me with your gold, it's a shame,
I despise and disdain you, my dear, you're not the same.
Oh, New York, I won't go there, I proclaim,
'Cause there's no watercress, no sugarcane, no love, no flame.