Manjača Embers

Beneath the smoke that rises blue Flames of tradition, light the fuse We gather 'round the scent it's true The roasting pig, a feast pursued I've got a recipe for you [Chorus] If you turn the spit with patience By the firelight, her eyes entwine with mine Not a word we say, as sparks begin to fly The sizzle of the roast, rhythm to our dance On Manjača's slopes, a smoky, sweet romance I hand her the fork, and together's our cue It's more than the pork, it's the love that we brew