Creuza De Ma

Shadows of walls, walls of tomorrow
Where we come from, where it's gone
From a place where the waves show us the way
And at night, the knife is close to the throat
And up the hill, there's still God
The devil is here and he's made his nest
Let's get out of the mud to dry off and drink from the stream
And the source of the valley in the first house
And in the first house, who knows
In the back house where the cloud hasn't gone
People from the place with faces like aprons
Those who prefer the sea
Family's children, good to look at
Who can charm you without a fuss

And these thoughts bring you things to give
Things to drink, things to eat
Fried pine nuts, white truffles
Sheep brains in the same wine
Lasagna to be eaten in four bites
Pig's liver in a cup of wine

And in the boat of wine, we'll sail into the fog
Emigrants from the river with the eyes in the corners
Until morning grows from the cradle again
Brothers of children and daughters
Bacchus of the rope, soaked in water and salt
Who binds us and leads us into a sea of tears