I would like to go to the familiar bordersWhen we are a clean sheet and when we are wineWhen you want to scream and you are silentYou are patient, perhaps, and the sky is whiteWhen the waves from the mountain cross the meadowsWhen the humbleness ends and when the fear beginsI would like to go to the familiar bordersWhen we are a clean sheet and when we are wineWhen you want to scream and you are silentInstrumentalSmile, notice the guestsWe are abroadWe are abroadWe are abroad
