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We were born vagabonds

We were born to drink along

After one we're gonna get some

After one comes another one

Brought here as drinking sons

Until the final one is done

Every road takes home to come

In the field is your son

On the road towards the sun

Drinking and restless one

We joined the dance of his

When we have got a, oh...!

When we have got a

A thousand drinks!

When we have got a

A thousand drinks!

Let them folks feel the malt

Heaven and the kingdom cult

Sleeping under sheaves of rye

Every drinker knows it's alright

Let them folks feel the malt

Heaven and the kingdom cult

Sleeping under sheaves of rye

Every drinker knows it's alright

Fever of the vagabond

Through the frontiers we go on

Stars above the seasons come and go

Raindrops turn into snow

Land of a thousand drinks

No sorrow, nobody thinks

Dance and joy fill my cup

But I need every fucking drop

In the fields is your son

Drinking and restless one

We joined the dance of his

When we have got a, enough!

Oh, yeah!

Frozen beard of the vagabond

Winter bends on like a song

Deep from the forest comes the news

The laughter is made of booze

Let them folks feel the malt

Hellraiser and drinkers' cult

No sleep under moonlight rye

Every drinker knows it's alright

Let them folks feel the malt

Hellraiser and drinkers' cult

No sleep under moonlight rye

Every drinker knows it's alright