one day then a hundred then a thousand
and wings in the eyes
flee the road, follow the thread
of the sun in my skies
red grape for a medal
a battle and everything moves
when the journey embraces me
what binds us is there
and I, I pass, I pass, I pass

what my tannin, my bark
what my strengths
sorrow has taken its route
I doubt, I still doubt
what my tannin, my bark
what my strengths if tomorrow
my route changes direction
I will reach out to you
in the meantime I pass

one day at home
I will greet the autumn
for now I grope
the roots are right
my country of passage
keep my father, my land
I keep the faces
yesterday is no longer to be done

to my tannin, my bark
to my strengths
sorrow has taken its route
I taste, I still taste
what my tannin, my bark
it doesn't matter if tomorrow
it hails a little harder
you will tell me then, then, then

what my tannin, my bark
what my strengths
sorrow has taken its route
I taste, I still taste
what my tannin, my bark
what my strengths
when tomorrow I will still be rolling
you will tell me then, then, then

you my tannin, you my strength
it doesn't matter if tomorrow
my home is elsewhere
my home is so far
in the meantime I pass
in the meantime I pass
in the meantime I pass

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