LEARN LYRICS

I traveled through different countries

I met the most beautiful women

I tasted delicious food

I danced very different rhythms

From Mexico I went to Patagonia

And in Spain I lived for a few years

I tried hard to speak the language

But I never managed it

How difficult that it is to speak Spanish

Because everything that you say has another definition

How difficult that it is to understand Spanish

If you learn it, don't move from the region

How difficult that it is to speak Spanish

Because everything that you say has another definition

How difficult that it is to understand Spanish

I already give up

I'm going back to my country

I was studying Castilian when I was in high school

On the graduation trip

We went to the Canary Islands

On the trip I realized

That I knew nothing of Spanish

And I decided to study Hispanic philology in Salamanca

Once the degree was finished

I traveled to Mexico City

I felt that I needed to enrich my lexicon

Very soon I saw that with Spanish I had a flaw

And I decided to study three more years in Guadalajara

Four months in Bolivia

A post-grad in Costa Rica

And some reading courses with a professor from Cuba

So much study and so much effort

And in the end you already see it

This language can't be understood

Neither forwards nor backwards!

How difficult that it is to speak Spanish

Because everything that you say has another definition

How difficult that it is to understand Spanish

I already give up

I'm going back to my country

In Venezuela I bought with my own money

A corduroy shirt

And my friends kept telling me

'That's my buddy, that's my buddy!'

And in Colombia the porro is a happy rhythm that is sung

But everyone looks at me badly when I say that I love it

(Porro is also slang for a joint - mar*juana cigarette)

Chileans say when something is far away

'That it's a la chucha'

And in Colombia the bad smell from armpits is 'la chucha'

Meanwhile in Uruguay they call that smell 'chivo'

And the dictionary defines a chivo as a 'goat with a little beard'

And by changing one vowel, the word becomes 'chucho'

And chucho is a puppy in El Salvador and Guatemala

And in Honduras it's a stingy guy

And they call Jesus Chucho

With so many definitions how the f*ck is that word used!?

Chucho is cold in Argentina

Chucho in Chile is a jail

Chucho in Mexico is someone with the gift of being very skillful

Chucho's chucho is a chucho barking

And for chucho they threw Chucho into the chucho

Chucho was cold and a chucho caught him

'What a chucho,' he said, 'I miss my chucho'

How difficult that it is to speak Spanish

Because everything that you say has another definition

How difficult that it is to understand Spanish

I already give up

I'm going back to my country

I started by learning the names of foods

But a bean is 'poroto' and 'habichuela' at the same time

And even though I was confused by what I ate at the table

Of one thing I was sure

A strawberry is a fresa

And what a surprise when in Mexico they called me 'fresa'

For wearing Armani clothes

And ordering a good wine at the table

With the same clothes they called me 'cheto' in Argentina

'Cheto is fresa,' I thought

And I asked at the market on the corner

'Are the chetas good here?'

And the cashier got mad

'Go to the mother who re-f*cking bore you!'

And 'Strawberries, bro' a Colombian told me

While he saw that dizzy I sat down in a chair

Little brother, don't be dumb and write on your hand

'In Buenos Aires they call the fresa frutilla'

I got tired of coming off like an idiot

I say what they teach me and nobody understands a damn thing

And if 'not even a jot' isn't understood then ask in Bogotá

I give up, I'm out

I'm going to Canada!

A 'pastel' is a 'ponqué'

And a 'ponqué' is a 'torta'

And a 'torta' is the punch

That a Spaniard gave me in the mouth!

She looked so pretty walking along the beach

I wanted to say a compliment to win her over

I got closer and told her the first thing that came to mind

She turned, yelled, spat at me and slapped me!

'Capullo,' I told her because she was very pretty

And if capullo is an insult

Who explains that damn little song to me?

Pretty bud of wallflower

If you knew my pain

If you returned my love

And calmed my sufri fri fri fri

Suffering is what I have

And no matter how much I try

I never understand you

I no longer know what to do to make myself understood

And they didn't want to give back the money for my classes

How difficult that it is to speak Spanish

Because everything that you say has another definition

How difficult that it is to understand Spanish

I already give up

I'm going back to my planet

In Spain the liquid that meat lets out

People call it 'jugo'

On the other hand in Spain

People call fruit juice 'zumo'

They also told me that the supreme pontiff

Rules in religion

And I always believed that a sumo

Was a fat guy in a thong fighting in Japan

I met an Andalusian, her name was Concepción

Her husband called her 'Concha of my heart'

'Let's go to Argentina'

I told her on one occasion

'I'm sorry but if you call me concha'

'I think I'd better not go there'

But Concha what’s wrong with you if it's a very lovely country

Some even compare Buenos Aires with Paris

'They mock my nickname there in the filthiest way'

And there’s always some pervert

Who in passing gets turned on

And with so many anglicisms everything is more complicated

If you translate word for word they don't have meaning

I will call you back

Any gringo would tell you

I'll call you back

They tell you in Puerto Rico!

Ojos is 'eyes', 'Ice' is ice

'Yellow' the color of the yolk of the egg!

'Oso' is bear and 'ver' is see

'Si' is a note that in English is 'B'

And besides 'B' is a 'bee' and also 'be'

And my English teacher called him Sir Michael

And the guy who watches your building is a 'watchman'

And with the kids from your neighborhood you go out to 'hang out'

And the traffic circle is a 'romboy' and you dress in overalls

Why does it have to be so difficult

To know how the hell to speak Spanish!?!?

It's not that I don't want to, I lost patience

The science of this language doesn't get into my conscience!

I believed that carrying a dictionary in my backpack

And writing in a diary

All the words that during the day I learned

And reading, traveling, chatting, studying

And making friends on every corner

And trying all kinds of food

And buying encyclopedias and anthologies

I thought that I would learn

And that with faith I would make it

My efforts were in vain!

I believed that I would speak Castilian but not anymore

How difficult that it is to speak Spanish

Because everything that you say has another definition

In Chile polla is a collective bet

Whereas in Spain it's the d*ck

Some people in Mexico call the d*ck 'pitillo'

And 'pitillo' in Spain is a cigarette

And in Venezuela a plastic cylinder to drink beverages

The same cylinder in Bolivia is known as a 'pajita'

But 'pajita' in some countries means a little wank

And masturbation in Mexico can be called 'chaqueta'

Which at the same time is a kind of jacket in Colombia

A country in which, by the way

A cap with a visor is a 'cachucha'

And 'cachucha' in Argentina is a vagina

But over there they also call the vagina 'concha'

And 'conchudo' in Colombia is a shameless or laid-back guy

And a 'fresco' in Cuba is a disrespectful guy!

I'm f*cking tired!

But 'mamado' of what?

Mamado from booze?

Mamado from sucking?

Mamado from fed up?

This is exhausting

I already give up

I'm going back to my country!!!