In the coming year, we shall sit on the balcony
Counting migrating birds.
Kids on school break will be playing tag
In the spaces between the house and the fields.
Chorus:
You shall see, you shall see,
How lovely it will be,
In the coming, in the coming year.
You shall see, you shall see,
How lovely it will be,
In the coming, in the coming year.
Red grapes shall ripen by evening
And we'll serve them chilled at the table.
And lazy winds will carry to the crossroads
Old newspapers and a cloud.
(Chorus)
In the coming year, we shall spread out our palms
Against the white cascading light.
A white crane will spread its wings
And the sun will shine through them.
(Chorus)