Emanuel, will your doctors let you be ill?
Or are the new laws quoting quotas they have to fill?
They said you to have to work
So you work and you get worse
And you curse the day you were born
Fill in your date of birth
And sign your name on the application form

Emanuel, every drop of blood taste like wine
When I speak of blood
I'm speaking of how you always felt like a brother to me
Emanuel, when I speak of wine
I'm speaking of the wine regions
Outside of Santiago, Chile
Where I will take you when you get better

Emanuel, it's difficult to stand fast
When it's not your arm nicely wrapped in a cast
When your a needle in a haystack
And a dead horse on the racetrack
And no one sees you bleeding
When the story is old
And the winter blowing cold in Sweden

Emanuel, every drop of blood tastes like wine
When I speak of blood
I'm speaking of what I would do if anyone hurt you
Emanuel, when I speak of wine,
I'm speaking of the wine regions
Outside of Santiago, Chile
Where I will take you when you get better
And that's a promise

Emanuel, imagine the cool breeze from the Andes
Emanuel, imagine the full-bodied red wine against your lips
Emanuel, imagine the Chilean women
The most beautiful women in the world