原文歌詞
EN翻訳はまだありません。原文を表示しています。
In chilly northern climates
Where they could not grow the vine
They perfected a distillation
Which has stood the test of time
Derided by the gentry
As a drink of peasantry
It has conquered half the world
With its ghostly subtlety
In the battle of the booze
Vodka takes the crown
Hits you when you're up
Kicks you when you're down
While sailing through the world
Use some common sense
The juices of the grain
Make life more intense
The first one on a Friday
Is my highlight of the week
It's the first stop on a journey
To the oblivion I seek
I'll take this way in the future
As I took this way before
It warms me from the inside
As it opens up the door
In the battle of the booze
Vodka takes the crown
It hits you when you're up
And it kicks you when you're down
While sailing through the world
Use some common sense
The juices of the grain
Make life more intense
Many are the kinds of agitation that it stills
Equaling the number of the brain cells that it kills
It's name is true and so are you when you have it embodied
It loves to bring to light what you keep hidden
In the battle of the booze
Vodka takes the crown
It hits you when you're up
And it kicks you when you're down
While sailing through the world
Use some common sense
The juices of the grain
Make life more intense
In the battle of the booze (battle of the booze)
Vodka takes the crown (vodka takes the crown)
Yeah, it hits you when you're up (hits you when you're up)
And it kicks you when you're down (kicks you when you're down)
While sailing through the world (sailing through the world)
Use some common sense (use some common sense)
The juices of the grain
Make life more intense
