Beaujolais Nouveau doesn't suit someone like me .
Trails of smoke rise from burning incense .....
The suffocating sun of summer burns my white skin .
I am toasted red like an embarrassed boy .
Longing for the Holy Land....
A windmill spins round and round......
Longing or the Holy Land ....
Old people look as though they're suffering .
In my drunken impulsiveness , I want to wrap them in my arms , but ....
Longing for the Holy Land ...
Beaujolais Nouveau is a drink I've never tasted .
