Текст и перевод песни Akwid - Esta Copa (feat. Don Cheto)

Esta Copa (feat. Don Cheto)

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 Glass (feat. Don Cheto)

Ah, can you hear me there?
It's good that you can hear me
Because I want to take this moment
To thank you
Because without you
There wouldn't be gardens made
We wouldn't have a roof, food, or services
Thank you very much
Thank you very much

(Akwid Francisco)
I look for you because I need you
To tell you to your face
Without you, there wouldn't be grilled meat or anything
I sincerely tell you because it's true
And I toast to your health
At each of my concerts
Who am I referring to?
The butcher, the plumber
My buddy the corn vendor

They call me a beaner
Without realizing
That at any moment
My ranchero side comes out
Greetings to the taco maker
The watchmaker, the milkman
According to the most womanizing
Also to the popsicle vendor
He risks it day by day
With more courage than a street vendor

Raise your hand if you're a nopal farmer
And cashier, tamale maker, barber
The world doesn't turn, to be honest
Without people like you with a back of steel

(Chorus)
This glass I raise to the gardener
The painter, the waiter, and the cook
This glass I raise to the taco maker
The car washer, the helper, and the carpenter

This glass I raise to the butcher
The dishwasher and also the truck driver
This glass I raise to the popsicle vendor
The mechanic, the tailor, and the rancher

(Akwid Sergio)
To pay these guys
I don't tighten my belt
They're good workers
It's not a secret
From Chinese and American restaurants
All the cooks are Mexicans

Totally awesome
I'm proud
To be one of them since I was a kid
For whatever you need
And whatever you want
A little crooked, don't worry

Wherever there's work
There you find them
Only for papers, there are no samples
Without colleges and without schools
Just damn football and soap operas
And if these people didn't exist
How would I live?
What would I do? (What would I do?)
Who the hell would serve me?
And here with desire, everything is possible
And what you guys do
For the people is incredible

(Chorus)
This glass I raise to the gardener
The painter, the waiter, and the cook
This glass I raise to the taco maker
The car washer, the helper, and the carpenter

This glass I raise to the butcher
The dishwasher and also the truck driver
This glass I raise to the popsicle vendor
The mechanic, the tailor, and the rancher

(Don Cheto)
(Yeah!) to all of us who are working hard here
To the builders, gardeners, plumbers, everybody
Grandma here with us

(Akwid Francisco)
I take my hat off
For my people
Respect to those who hustle
And earn it daily

Whatever it is
Whatever the job
Hands to work
And without backing down

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

That's how badass
Mexicans are
And everyone who fights
To come from another place

(Akwid Sergio)
If you weren't here
What would happen?
Who would cut their meat
And buy their lottery

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

And many people don't notice them
Only those who are on the corner
Selling weed
From the heart, a greeting
For you guys
Work hard
Until you get a Mercedes

(Chorus)
This glass I raise to the gardener
The painter, the waiter, and the cook
This glass I raise to the taco maker
The car washer, the helper, and the carpenter

This glass I raise to the butcher
The dishwasher and also the truck driver
This glass I raise to the popsicle vendor
The mechanic, the tailor, and the rancher

(Don Cheto speaking)
Hey! And what about those who sell stones?
Count me in too, son
Maaa