Текст песни Tasting History

Stephanie's father came her from Alsace He bought a big Victorian house Filled with colored glass He kept his old wine bottles In a cellar down below On Friday night he takes them out And stands them in a row And all that he said All of us there were tasting history Those perfume-laden liquids Whatever they might be He dispensed then like a chemist From the sixteenth century Then leaned back in his armchair With understated glee While we tripped over our tongues To trace their ancestry And all that he said All of us there were tasting history And all through the night In glass filtered light, tasting history Stephanie went to Egypt To an excavation site And works beneath the Pharaoh's moon Deep into the night Her dad still opens Chambertin As the candle burns away It was the favorite of Napoleon That's what he liked to say And all that he said All of us there were tasting history And all through the night In glass filtered light, tasting history