Hands in Wine

my hands are in wine
but the rivers go away only to return again

I don't know the words of love
I don't need that much light
will we have time to go to bed?
I heard tomorrow is summer day

but my hands are covered in wine,
and now - where are you going from home?
trees on fire
the sky will become weighty again

ice on the ground,
and the smoke has already hidden all those
whose hands are in wine

and now with wine let us remember those
whose hands are in wine -

let us remember with wine those
whose hands are in wine

my hands are in wine
but the rivers go away
to come back again

ice on the ground,
and the smoke has already hidden all those
whose hands are in wine

and now with wine let us remember those
whose hands are in wine -
let us remember with wine those
whose hands are in wine