Uva, Uva

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.