It's never to early or late for a snack so turn up the volume on your computer.
From Madrid we are sending out our thoughts and prayers to those affected by the fires in California, Spain and Portugal. It's a sad close to a lovely summer. Let us hope that new life sprouts from the ashes to return as wine. (English lyrics translation below)
Return as Wine
If wine comes, life comes: I come to your vineyard, beloved land.
I want to die singing under your ripe vine and to be buried at the dawn my grave watered of wine.
If wine comes, life comes: I come to your vineyard, beloved land.
I'd like to leave my bones under the Mendoza sky, for my blood and my ashes return in the wine way
How sad must be dying and never returning, but life is so beautiful, but the way is so stunning, that if I die someday bury me in Mendoza, in San Juan, there at La Rioja, in the beautiful Cayafate, that I'll return as wine!
And when the vines cry for the men to laugh, I'll be filling the glasses, and I'll be kissing the mouths of the old partners or maybe the one I love and couldn't love me.. and in a party night when you take the guitar if you see the wine crying let it cry its sorrow that a brown tear as never I'll be singing!
Life is a bitter wine, sweet in a shared jar: those who swim inside drown only in life.
If wine comes, life comes:
