Buscando Chilenos
Relinda la cuestión
Quién lo hubiera pensado
Si no es por mi socio rupe
Conocido como el "matapiojos"
Ni cuenta me habría dado.
Se ha fijado con detención
Que ha cambiado la tradición:
Mas que empanada, se come completo
En cuestión de vinos, tomamos cerveza y piscola
Y fiesta decente que hagan,
Mire ud. lo que mas bailan.
¡guaracha rock compadre!
¡guaracha rock compadre!
Nos fuímos con el rupe
Buscando chilenos
Viajaríamos de punta a punta
Del norte a la antártica
Del mar a la cordillera.
Recorriendo por nuestra tierra
Nos acercamos al campo
Y en una trilla, vimos a los huasos
Llorando alegres unos corridos mejicanos.
Ahora el cóndor y el huemul
No paran de bailar.
Guaracha rock compadre...
No nos ocultaremos mas
Tu siempre los encontrarás
Si buscas tu identidad
Por aquí por allá
La puedes encontrar.
¡a la cochiguagua lucho!
Looking for Chileans
The thing is pretty nice
Who would have thought
If it weren't for my buddy Rupe
Known as the 'lice killer'
I wouldn't have even noticed.
He has paid close attention
That tradition has changed:
More than empanada, we eat completo
When it comes to wines, we drink beer and pisco
And a decent party they throw,
Look at what they dance the most.
Guaracha rock, buddy!
Guaracha rock, buddy!
We went with Rupe
Looking for Chileans
We would travel from end to end
From the north to the Antarctic
From the sea to the mountains.
Traveling through our land
We approached the countryside
And in a threshing floor, we saw the huasos
Joyfully crying to some Mexican corridos.
Now the condor and the huemul
Can't stop dancing.
Guaracha rock, buddy...
We won't hide anymore
You will always find them
If you seek your identity
Here and there
You can find it.
To the Cochiguagua, Lucho!