Down in the cellars of Jean-Louis Chave All the shadows are leaving Bottles lying asleep in the caves You'll see history breathing
From Cote-Rotie down to Hermitage The vines are trellised in evening In the cellars of Jean-Louis Chave You'll see history breathing
Generations go slipping away now Whal can you say now, five hundred years Lives are written here Pages on pages, ages on ages. Just disappear
From Cote-Rotie down to Hermitage The vines are trellised in evening Down in the cellars of Jean-Louis Chave You'll see history breathing
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