Look at that gray rock
A grape seed that shines under the sun
That's where one is born, that's where one lives
And in sweat one welcomes old age
Sit down with us and relax your soul
Let the sky light up the roads for you
Let it give you strength
This is our blood, in ash and wine
In my veins, my father, brother, son
This is our blood, that boils in my heart
Tell that to everyone, traveler
Everywhere you go
This is our blood, and may everyone know that
Here one dies with a Hail Mary
This is our blood, that boils in my heart
Tell that to everyone, traveler
Everywhere you go
Look underneath the old fig tree
Where each of her fruits has a golden glow
There at the table, in front of the altar
A friend is the same as kin
Sit down with us and relax your soul
Let the sky light up the roads for you
Let it give you strength