Brindo

Chin, chin, cheers! Today I toast to you
And every time we play, you drink
Chin, chin, cheers! Today I toast to you
And every time we play, you drink

I raise my arm and toast to the voice of the neighborhood
For the revolutionary black rhythm
And for filling a diary with no more company
Than the muses of my poems about funky drums
For the melancholy with which I drink sometimes
The same that has been getting me drunk for over 70 months
For you to bite my soul
And for spending the money I have on beer and records
Because I still resist thousands and thousands of missiles
When writing songs like children's tales
For you to distill your smile in my glass
While I drop my verses like kisses on your mouth
For crazy souls who adore their loneliness
For the books that are cried over and the cinema that enchants me
Because it's time to sing something sexy
And because love is too hardcore for a guy so jazzy

Chin, chin, cheers! Today I toast to you
And every time we play, you drink
Chin, chin, cheers! Today I toast to you
And every time we play, you drink

Chin, chin, cheers! Today I toast to you
I raise my arm and toast to jazz and blues
For the first photograph taken without taboos
For the music of those rap crews from before
I toast to painters, cinephiles, and singers
For the Ramones, the Beatles, and the Rolling Stones
For Billie Holiday and Nina Simone
For the style and imagination that Ray Charles brought
I toast to Janis Joplin, Jimmy Hendrix, Charles Chaplin
For Parker and Marley, for Salvador Dalí
The buffalo of the night and the director of Amélie
I toast to Spike Lee, Kusturica, and Scorsese
For Frida Kahlo and all the pain that appears in her work
For what tango suffers and for Fyodor Dostoevsky
A sip of Jack Daniel's in honor of Charles Bukowski
For Banksy's streets, for Warhol and pop art
I toast to the love of my life, to hip hop!

Chin, chin, cheers! Today I toast to you
And every time we play, you drink
Chin, chin, cheers! Today I toast to you
And every time we play, you drink

Chin, chin, cheers! Today I toast to you
And every time we play, you drink
Chin, chin, cheers! Today I toast to you
And every time we play, you drink

I raise my arm and toast to my joys and sorrows
I know I don't know you, but I toast to you, baby
For that fire that burns inside when you barely love
Because I dream of you at night and remember you in the mornings
For these crazy and silent desires
To see you sing in my bed, crazy and naked
For the adventure of sailing in your belly button
While I pretend to convince you to stay with me
Because I chase you if you enter my embrace
And because you often look beautiful walking in an outfit
Even if no one understands our language and desires
I toast because when I rap to you, I turn my flirting into art
Because I see you and have the sky in my hands
The veil of your sweetness and the scent of your hair
For this poetic flight in which I live
Since the day Cupid stained your dress with love

Chin, chin, cheers! Today I toast to you
And every time we play, you drink
Chin, chin, cheers! Today I toast to you
And every time we play, you drink

Chin, chin, cheers! Chin, chin, cheers!
Chin, chin, cheers! Chin, chin, cheers!
Chin, chin, cheers! Chin, chin, cheers!
Chin, chin, cheers! And every time we play, you drink