And like every year at this time, I go down to the village And walk towards the house of Tom, Followed by my mother and my father With his guitar. Yes we are walking towards the house of Tom. There has never been as easier thing Than to sit at a table Drinking wine and talking about What you like, Overlooking a deep valley in the north. Well I'm trying to say I swear there's no better place to spend this day. And you can feel the pain You brought, it is going away. And you can still feel every time is the same. And you can sing along with each of us (As you want) even if we're not All in tune. And we don't care about what you think What language you speak We just want to sing with you forever. We stop just a little to take a walk outside And drink another glass of red wine. I got my little sister And we walk together To go back to the house of Tom.