Uva, Uva - Las Pelotas

Yo canto para que me des

Todo tu dieno

Que buen viajero

Que cuando llega

Se vuelve lata, y ya no se va

Después me voy a comprar

Un vino chileno

Que ésta mañana

No tengo ganas

De tanta venta y tanto comprar

Uva, uva, uva

Uva, uva, uva

Uva, uva, uva

Hacete vino para mí

Que lindo sería encontrarme con algún rasta

Decirle basta

Desenrredaté

Mejor salirse que terminar

Ayer te descubrí mirando el espejo

Estabas viejo

No tengas penas

Que subís, tenes que bajar

Uva, uva, uva

Uva, uva, uva

Uva, uva, uva

Hacete vino para mí

I sing for you to give me

all your diene

what a good traveler

that when it arrives

It becomes a nuisance, and it doesn't go away

Then I'm going to buy

A Chilean wine

that this morning

I have no desire

Of so much sale and so much buying

Grape, grape, grape

Grape, grape, grape

Grape, grape, grape

make wine for me

How nice it would be to meet some rasta

say enough

unraveled

Better quit than finish

Yesterday I discovered you looking in the mirror

you were old

do not have sorrows

that you go up, you have to go down

Grape, grape, grape

Grape, grape, grape

Grape, grape, grape

make wine for me