Tata Llevame P'al Centro

Dad!, take me to the center
Because I'm very bored here.
I'm angry at life
I can't stand it anymore.
Every day the same...
To the kitchen, to the market...
Gosh, I say, what misery!
Why don't you take me out!

Get me an apartment
Like the rich people have,
With poufs and couches
To be able to lounge around.
A fancy bathroom
With hot water,
Because if I go to another place
I have to shower.

Buy me a chaise longue
With burgundy velvet,
To lie down and have mate
At tea time.
And on a rainy day
Between cake and fried cake,
Dream that a rich guy
Drives me in his car.

My head is spinning
With a lot of strange things.
I'm bored of the same faces
I want to go to the city.
Take me dad, to the center...
Don't hesitate so much,
If you don't take me, I'll leave
And then you'll cry.