Volver En Vino

Horacio Guarany

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If the wine comes, life comes along
If the wine comes, life comes along
I come to your vineyard, beloved land
I come to your vineyard, beloved land

I want to die singing
Under your ripe vine
And be buried at dawn
My tomb soaked in wine
My tomb soaked in wine

If the wine comes, life comes along
If the wine comes, life comes along
I come to your vineyard, beloved land
I come to your vineyard, beloved land

I would like to leave my bones
Under the Mendocino sky
May my blood and ashes
Return on the wine path

Brother
How sad it must be to die
And never return again
But life is so beautiful
But the path is so cool
That if I die one day
Bury me in Mendoza
In San Juan, there in La Rioja
Or in beautiful Cafayate
For I shall return in wine
And when the vineyards weep
So that men may laugh
I will return in the glasses
To moisten the mouths
Of my old companions
Or perhaps the one I love
And couldn't love me
And on a night of revelry
When they bring out the guitar
If they see the wine crying
Let it cry its sorrow
Let it cry its sorrow
In the dark tear
I shall sing like never before!