Bebe vino
Horacio Guarany
Drink wine
Drink wine...
for long years you will sleep under the earth
without woman and without friends
drink wine, drink wine.
Every time you wet
my thirsty mouth
a long
phantasmal scream runs through me
and a slow and vague autumn baguala
wakes up the Indian in me,
from the time of love
wakes up the Indian in me
from the time of love.
It rises to my temple
you ignite the scream in me
you make me tiger and lily for the carnival
and a white rose you ignite in me at night
the friendship of man, wine, and bread
the friendship of man, wine, and bread.
“If my veins were your vine shoots
and year after year they sprouted again
companion wine festival of man
ancient philosopher of my journey”
Drink wine...
for long years you will sleep under the earth
without woman and without friends
drink wine, drink wine, drink wine...
