Paroles et traduction Akwid feat. Don Cheto - Esta Copa

Esta Copa

(Con cheto hablando)
Ah, ahi me olle?
Que bueno que me oiga
Porque quiero aprobechar este momento
Pa' darle las gracias
Porque sin ti
No hubiera jardines hechos
No tendriamos techo ni comida ni servicios
Muchas gracias
Thank you very much

(Akwid francisco)
Te busco porque te necesito
Decirtelo en tu cara
Sin ti, no hubiera carne hazada ni nada
Sinceramente te lo digo porque es cierto
Y brindo a tu salud
En cada de mis conciertos
A quien me refiero?
Al carnicero al plomero
A mi compa el elotero

Me dicen frijolero
Sin darse cuenta
Que en cualquier momento
Se me sale lo ranchero
Saludos pa' el taquero
El relojero el lechero
Segun el mas mujeriego
Tambien al paletero
Se la rifa dia a dia
Con mas valor que un callejero

Levanta la mano si eres nopalero
Y cajero, tamalero, peluquero
El mundo no gira siendo bien sincero
Sin gente como tu con espalda de acero

(Coro)
Esta copa la brindo pa' el jardinero
El pintor el mesero y el cocinero
Esta copa la brindo pa' el taquero
El lava carros el chalan y el carpintero

Esta copa la brindo pa' el carnicero
El lavaplatos y tambien el camionero
Esta copa la brindo pa' el paletero
El mecanico el costurero y el ranchero

(Akwid sergio)
Para pagarles a estos weyes
Yo no me aprieto
Que son buenos chambeadores
No es un secreto
De restaurantes chinos americanos
Todos los cocineros son mexicanos

A toda madre
Estoy orgulloso
De ser uno de ellos desde mocoso
Pa' lo que quieras
Y lo que ocupes
Una mica chueca no te preocupes

Donde haiga jale
Ahi los encuentras
Nadamas para papeles no hay muestras
Sin colegios y sin escuelas
Puro pinche foot ball y novelas
Y si no existiera esta gente
Como viviera?
Que hiciera? (que hiciera?)
Quien chingados me atendiera?
Y aqui con ganas todo es posible
Y lo que ustedas hacen
Para la gente es increible

(Coro)
Esta copa la brindo pa' el jardinero
El pintor el mesero y el cocinero
Esta copa la brindo pa' el taquero
El lava carros el chalan y el carpintero

Esta copa la brindo pa' el carnicero
El lavaplatos y tambien el camionero
Esta copa la brindo pa' el paletero
El mecanico el costurero y el ranchero

(Don cheto)
(Yeah!) a todos los que le andamos hechando ganas por aca
A los constructores, jardineros, plomeros everybody
Abuelita aca us

(Akwid francisco)
Me quito el sombrero
Para mi gente
Respeto pa' aquel que se la rifa
Y se la gana diariamente

Sea lo que sea
Sea cualquier jale
Manos a la obra
Y sin sacarle

Soy tu mejor amigo
Me dicen paisa
Contesto con orgullo
Y te brindo mi casa

Asi de chingones
Los mexicanos
Y todo aquel que lucha
Por venir de otro lado

(Akwid sergio)
Si no estubiera ustedes
Que pasaria?
Quien les cortara esa carne
Y comprar su loteria

Y quien les va a lavar el carro?
Ellos mismos?
No creo
Se mueren de un catarro

Y mucha gente no los nota
Nadamas los que estan en la esquina
Vendiendo mota
De corazon un saludo
Para ustedes
Chinguenle duro
Hasta que jalen un mercedez

(Coro)
Esta copa la brindo pa' el jardinero
El pintor el mesero y el cocinero
Esta copa la brindo pa' el taquero
El lava carros el chalan y el carpintero

Esta copa la brindo pa' el carnicero
El lavaplatos y tambien el camionero
Esta copa la brindo pa' el paletero
El mecanico el costurero y el ranchero

(Don cheto hablando)
Hey! y los que venden piedra pues que?
Tambien cuenten a mi hijo
Maa

This Cup

(With Cheto talking)
Oh, does he smell me there?
It's good that he hears me
Because I want to approve this moment
To 'thank him
Because without you
There would be no gardens made
We wouldn't have a roof over our heads or food or services
Thank you very much
Thank you very much

(Akwid Francisco)
I'm looking for you because I need you
Saying it to your face
Without you, there would be no hazada meat or anything
I'm telling you honestly because it's true
And here's to your health
At every one of my concerts
Who am I referring to?
To the butcher to the plumber
To my friend the elotero

They call me frijolero
Without realizing it
That at any time
I'm getting the ranchero
Greetings to 'el Taquero
The clockmaker the milkman
According to the most womanizing
Also to the paletero
I raffle it day by day
With more courage than a street

Raise your hand if you are a prickly pear
And cashier, tamalero, hairdresser
The world does not turn being well sincere
Without people like you with a steel back

(Chorus)
I give this cup to ' the gardener
The painter the waiter and the cook
I give this cup to 'el taquero
The car wash the shack and the carpenter

I give this cup to 'the butcher
The dishwasher and also the truck driver
I give this cup to 'el paletero
The mechanic the seamstress and the rancher

(Akwid sergio)
To pay these weyes
I don't squeeze
They are good shakers
It's not a secret
From Chinese American restaurants
All the chefs are Mexican

To every mother
I'm proud
To be one of them since brat
Pa' whatever you want
And what you occupy
A chueca mica don't worry

Where haiga jale
There you find them
Nothing for papers there are no samples
No schools and no schools
Puro pinche foot ball and novels
And if there were no such people
How would he live?
What should I do? (what should I do?)
Who the fuck would take care of me?
And here with desire everything is possible
And what you do
For people it's amazing

(Chorus)
I give this cup to ' the gardener
The painter the waiter and the cook
I give this cup to 'el taquero
The car wash the shack and the carpenter

I give this cup to 'the butcher
The dishwasher and also the truck driver
I give this cup to 'el paletero
The mechanic the seamstress and the rancher

(Don Cheto)
(Yeah!) to all of us who are looking forward to here
To everybody's builders, gardeners, plumbers...
Granny here us

(Akwid Francisco)
I take off my hat
For my people
Respect for the one who raffles it
And he earns it daily

Whatever it is
Be any jale
Let's get to work
And without taking him out

I'm your best friend
They call me paisa
I answer with pride
And I give you my house

That's so fucking
The Mexicans
And everyone who fights
For coming from somewhere else

(Akwid sergio)
If I weren't you
What would happen?
Who would cut that meat for them
And buy your lottery

And who is going to wash their car?
Themselves?
I don't think so
They die of a cold

And a lot of people don't notice them
You're nothing those who are in the corner
Selling speck
From the heart a greeting
For you
Fuck him hard
Until they pull a mercedez

(Chorus)
I give this cup to ' the gardener
The painter the waiter and the cook
I give this cup to 'el taquero
The car wash the shack and the carpenter

I give this cup to 'the butcher
The dishwasher and also the truck driver
I give this cup to 'el paletero
The mechanic the seamstress and the rancher

(Don Cheto speaking)
Hey! and those who sell stone, so what?
Also count my son.
Maa