And the years pass by
And we still drink without sense,
Because one thing, we know for sure,
Without alcohol, everyday life would be so gray.
Grain, beer, schnapps and wine
And we hear our livers screaming.
And when the farewell comes,
Everyone says: That hab I already always suspected..
And the years go by
And we still drink without sense,
Because one thing, we know that for sure,
Without alcohol there would be everyday life so gray.
Grain, beer, schnapps and wine
And we hear our livers screaming.
And when the farewell comes,
Everyone says: That hab I already always guessed..
Always guessed, always guessed, always guessed...

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