Iztok Mlakar - Vandima Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

Wine Harvest

Late at night I like to run away from home
And I say nothing to my wife
I play stupid in front of her
And flee to the pub without her knowing
And there, I drink a glass or two
And when the third one hits me just right
The world sways a little
And I remember that wine harvest
 
Back then I was still a young buck
An empty head, and a parched throat
I was terribly fond of life
Like everyone, before they try it
We spent the whole day in the vineyard
And the sun was baking like the devil
We refreshed ourselves with wine
It flowed down the throat like a stream
 
That's where I saw her the first time
The wine stopped in my throat
I could've died there and then
I could've - ah, there's no point in telling
When such a thing happens
Your head stops reasoning
And your eyes becomes blind
There's no more God, and no more sin
 
She glanced at me from under her brow
And laughed at me cheerfully
And in the evening, she came to me
And we ran off to the vineyard
Well, things happened that could be talked about
But how can one find the words
I saw all the stars
And the vines shook and shook
 
That night was so beautiful
Like no night before or since
Well, as she came so she went
I don't even know her name
I never saw her again
A man makes choices, God decides
Youth went away from me
What time takes it never gives back
 
Anyway, I'm doing just fine
I have a few brides and some fields
There's no misery or disease
And my wife is still alive
 
But when I drink a glass or two
And when the third one hits me just right
The world sways a little
And I remember that wine harvest
 


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