Where are you, Children of Port wine?
Where are you, Children of Port wine?
I look after you with reverence,
I whisper to you silently: “Amigos, hello!”
Where are you, Children of Port wine?
Where are you, Children of Port wine?
What are you drinking now, tell me the secret?
Morrison's nephews... Cobain's brothers...
I know you are there. My heart is calm.
Ethereal angels are your neighbors.
Children of Port, you are no longer in pain,
Sick in the head southern children.
In the constellation of Alcohol, in the galaxy of Light,
In the place where summer gives way to summer.
And I would look, my girl, only at this.
Where are you, Children of Port wine?
Where are you, Children of Port wine?
I look after you with reverence,
I whisper to you silently: “Amigos, hello!”
Where are you, Children of Port wine?
Where are you, Children of Port wine?
What are you drinking now, tell me the secret?
Morrison's nephews... Cobain's brothers...
There is a place in me, and it is unchanged,
Not scorched by moths, not eaten by decay.
There, the Children of Port Wine are still breaking out of captivity.
Only the sea remembers where the foam of these days is.
May there be light for them through the heavenly prism
Without a shadow of melancholy, without a trace of reproach,
But in the next life, my girl, in the next life!!!
Where are you, Children of Port wine?
Where are you, Children of Port wine?
I look after you with reverence,
I whisper to you silently: “Amigos, hello!”
Where are you, Children of Port wine?
Where are you, Children of Port wine?
What are you drinking now, tell me the secret?
Morrison's nephews... Cobain's brothers...
