No hay marcha en Nueva York [English translation]

This is a rare occasion,

dollar is depreciating.

We shouldn't miss the chance

to travel overseas

at any given moment.

When I make my mind

I'm worst than Napoleon,

and even if I hate the idea of flying

I'm a man of action

and that's why

I'm leaving for New York

with a bottle of brandy.

I'm leaving for New York

with an explorer knife.

I get airsick inside the plane,

"Excuse me, flight attendant, miss,

the menu has made my stomach upset,

would you please

show me the restroom?".

Fade to black and then

an inverse low-angle shot

of skyscrapers.

And I was there, willing to succeed

like St. John of the Cross

on Mount Carmel.

My first disappointment

was the problem of communication,

more than 2 million of hispanic people

and no one speaks spanish there.

I'm in New York right now

and it doesn't look good to me.

I'm in New York right now

and I haven't seen any celebrities either.

My pride was hurt

when they didn't let me in to the hot clubs,

they say if I am "Spanish" they won't even get me a soda.

Like in Children of a Lesser God

I tried to explain myself

to a police man:

"Can you give me directions

to the Statue of Liberty,

your highness?"

And when I was posing

like the aforementioned landmark,

he thought I was a communist

looking for trouble, and I got it.

New York is no fun

even if Henry Ford swears it is.

New York is no fun,

and there's only York ham.

I thought it would be better.

They brainwash you

with those TV movies,

but it's a trap

and I'm dying

to get back

to Madrid.