In the golden light of the evening, we’re walking to the old chapel
Along the trees and the hills, we're walking to the old chapel
The bird symphony is blessing the air, as the sun is blessing my heart
Country wine and bread, country wine and stars
Who’s gonna kiss your forehead and bow before you? The snake or the wolf?
In the golden evening light, as the sea simply is
I’m numb and sound
A king with the lightest crown
The old chapel
