Текст песни: Praise to the Vineyards + перевод

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 jouice 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!

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