Sovana is a small town in southern Tuscany, Italy, a frazione of Sorano, a comune in the province of Grosseto.
Etruscan by origin, Sovana became a Roman municipium, and, from the 5th century, an episcopal see. Conquered by Lombards in 592-605, it was chosen as their administrative center in the area. Later, when Roselle was abandoned due to Saracen ravages, it became the centre of the county under the Aldobrandeschi family. In the Middle Ages it was known as Soana.
Its importance declined when the county was acquired by the Orsini, who moved the capital to Pitigliano. In the mid-16th century Sovana was annexed to the Grand Duchy of Tuscany by Cosimo I de' Medici.
Sovana is a denominazione di origine controllata red or rosé wine from the south of Tuscany, in Italy. The DOC is named after the ancient Etruscan settlement of Sovana. Sovana received DOC status in 1999, along with its neighbor, the DOC Capalbio. Sovana encompasses roughly the same areas that produce the white wine Bianco di Pitigliano, and encompasses the towns of Pitigliano, Sorano, Manciano and borders the DOC Morellino di Scansano in the north, and the region of Lazio in the south.
Under the DOC regulations, Sovana can be made in rosso or rosato styles. Sovana rosso must be at least 50% sangiovese, plus up to 50% other local non aromatic red grapes. One of these local grapes used for the Sovana blend is Ciliegiolo. Sovana rosso is for the most part a light wine, although there are reserva wines that receive extended maturation. Sovana also allows monovarietal DOC wines, made from the grapes of Aleatico, Sangiovese, Cabernet Sauvignon or Merlot. These wines must contain at least 85% of the varietal in order to allow it to be stated on the bottle #e.g., Sovana Merlot DOC#. Up to 15% of other authorized grapes may be used in the blend.
[Intro:]
Uh yeah, Forgive me lord
Uh, Cmon, Yeah, Uh
Listen to me
[Verse:]
This is the prayer of a hard weight heavy
I'm in a sea of depression, Please lord, Let my ship stay steady
Cause I ain't ready, To be devoured by the mouth of death
My cup of faith runs full, Now half-ounce's left
So I count my breaths and hold my own
Hopin satan ain't stole my throne
I know, All too well, What it's like to be young and poor
When everyday is as dark as the one before
And I just wanna be like you
Step out onto the surface of this water lord, And then run to shore
Would you meet me at the bank of the sea?
For a hug, Be as anxious as me?
I gotta know, Cause everyday is a fight to win
When you're surrounded by triflin men
Sometimes I feel I'm worth nothin more than just my mic and pen
I need you in my life again