I would like to go to the familiar borders
When we are a clean sheet and when we are wine
When you want to scream and you are silent
You are patient, perhaps, and the sky is white
When the waves from the mountain cross the meadows
When the humbleness ends and when the fear begins
I would like to go to the familiar borders
When we are a clean sheet and when we are wine
When you want to scream and you are silent
Instrumental
Smile, notice the guests
We are abroad
We are abroad
We are abroad
