Praise To The Vineyards 歌词

At the heart of celtiberia You can taste our finest grapes The best wine of all the area And not worse are our ales! Hear us now, while we sing And we fill our wineskins We are all just human beings And sometimes we need to drink Now are coming summer times All fruits grow and grass is high The sun above the field shines We must thank her for her light In the summer will work hard On our fine and vast vineyards The vintager under the sun Once the harvest has begun Gods of ages, keep our health One thing we want to beg: Give us your blessing with this praise And let's drink to celebrate! Creels of grapes from the harvest past The vintagers will step on and smash Let the juice of the fruits pass Through your feet while you step on fast Take a pint and taste this wine Take some more and drive you wild Careful not to get too ill Or you'll fall to the green field!