Grape, Grape

Las Pelotas

Uva, Uva

Yo canto
Para que me des
Todo tu dinero,
Que buen viajero,
Que cuando llega
Se vuelve lata
Y ya no se va.

Después me voy a comprar
Un vino chileno,
Que esta mañana,
No tengo ganas
De tanta venta
Y tanto comprar.

Uva, uva, uva,
Uva, uva, uva
Uva, uva, uva
Hacete un vino para mí.

Qué lindo
Sería encontrarme
Con algún rasta,
Decirle basta,
Desenredate,
Mejor salirse
Que terminar.

Ayer te descubrí
Mirando el espejo,
Estabas viejo,
No tengas pena
Que si subís,
Tenés que bajar.

Uva, uva, uva
Hacete un vino para mí.

Grape, Grape

I sing
So you give me
All your money,
What a good traveler,
That when he arrives
He becomes a can
And doesn't leave.

Then I'm going to buy
A Chilean wine,
Because this morning,
I don't feel like
So much selling
And buying so much.

Grape, grape, grape,
Grape, grape, grape
Grape, grape, grape
Make yourself a wine for me.

How nice
It would be to meet
Some Rasta,
Tell him enough,
Untangle yourself,
It's better to leave
Than to end.

Yesterday I caught you
Looking in the mirror,
You looked old,
Don't be sad
If you go up,
You have to come down.

Grape, grape, grape
Make yourself a wine for me.