Текст и перевод песни Roberto Goyeneche - Preparate Pa'l Domingo

Preparate Pa'l Domingo

Prepárate pa'l domingo si querés cortar tu yeta
Tengo una rumbiada papa que pagará gran sport
Me asegura mi dateró que lo corre un buen muñeca
Y que paga, por lo menos, treinta y siete a ganador
Vos no hagas correr el yeite, atenéte a mis informes
Deja que opinen contrario "Jornada" y "La Razón"
Con mi dato pa'l domingo podes llamarte conforme.
Anda preparando vento; cuanto más vento, mejor
El bacán que con empeño
Me asegura tanta guita
Me ha pedido que reserve
La rumbiada que me da
Vos no hagas correr la bola
Entre gente que palpita
Porque estos datos pulentas
Se brindan por amistad
Deja que los entendidos palpiten sangre y aprontes
De toda la parentela de la raza caballar
Yo me atrevo a asegurarte que va a ganar al galope
El potrillo "Patas Blancas", hijo de "Necesidad"
No te violentés al vamos porque la tirada es larga
Y al mirar dos patas blancas cruzando d disco final
Acumula tu fortuna con treinta y siete por barba.
Después te espero en el Conte, pa' poderla festejar
Los amigos se cotizan
En las malas y en las buenas
A mí me dieron la chaucha
Y la reparto con vos
Con esos cuatro manguillos
Se acabarán nuestras penas
Y entonces sí que podemos.
Podemos pensar que hay Dios

Get Ready for Sunday

Get ready for Sunday if you want to break your bad luck
I have some inside gossip, my dear, that will pay off big time
My bookie assures me that it's a hot tip from a good source
And that it will pay, at the very least, thirty-seven to one
Don't spread any rumors, just stick to my information
Let "Jornada" and "La Razón" say what they want
With my tip for Sunday, you can count on a good time.
Get your money ready; the more you bet, the better
The guy who's giving me this great tip
Has assured me of so much money
He's asked me to keep the scoop to myself
The inside information that he's given me
Don't spread the word around
Among the people who like to gamble
Because these valuable tips
Are given out of friendship
Let the experts talk it up and prepare themselves
From all the horse racing family
I dare to assure you that it's going to win at a gallop
The foal "White Legs," the son of "Necessity"
Don't get too excited at the starting gate because it's a long shot
And when you see two white legs crossing the finish line
Multiply your fortune by thirty-seven times
Then I'll see you at the Conte, so we can celebrate
Friends are precious
Through good times and bad
They gave me the tip
And I'm sharing it with you
With those few bucks
Our troubles will be over
And then we can finally believe.
We can believe that there is a God