| Who will drink with us, a flame burns inside,
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| Which must be extinguished with drinks with degrees,
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| Let it storm under your feet
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| In company with girls and boys.
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| Who will drink with us, a flame burns inside,
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| Which must be extinguished with drinks with degrees,
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| Let it storm under your feet
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| In company with girls and boys.
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| It's cold, yes, well, let's come here,
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| I'm foaming at the mouth.
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| You open, well, of course,
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| A second lasts forever
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| Oh thank you thank you
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| Drink beer to the sound of this motive,
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| Take it, it's the ultimate alternative.
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| Dozens of breweries work for you,
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| Inside which the best traditions are always alive.
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| Bro, you're tired
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| Maybe you need a little more beer.
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| And in response, silence shines with six empty bottles,
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| Go get the stretcher.
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| You feel the urge, so it asks to come out,
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| Wants to turn into a puddle.
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| In the desire to get away from the negative
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| They drink beer slowly, beautifully.
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| Who will drink with us, a flame burns inside,
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| Which must be extinguished with drinks with degrees,
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| Let it storm under your feet
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| In company with girls and boys.
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| Who will drink with us, a flame burns inside,
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| Which must be extinguished with drinks with degrees,
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| Let it storm under your feet
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| In company with girls and boys.
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| Now we often forget what accompanies us
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| Wine in a glass that plays with silver all its life,
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| All are united, we drink to the bottom of the wine.
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| We fill the glasses again with strength uniquely
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| A trace of the traditions of Rome is visible,
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| To this day, wine is indispensable,
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| Appreciated by all of us
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| Even in our current age of scandals,
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| Long forgotten by the gods, became just worlds of capital.
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| Many problems, no hope for those
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| Who is not able to respond to wine,
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| The aroma that gives grapes again
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| Compromising evidence beckons with cool warmth, like a mantra,
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| Extra strength of Atlanta.
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| So here's your comfort, caste around you,
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| People are temporary, events are measured every time,
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| But something remains in the souls of these masses,
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| How damn little people lacked impressions.
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| Give the drink its due start,
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| The glasses are burning again, the wine unites,
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| Let the descendants know, they set us as an example,
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| They set us as an example
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| Wine will not leave you indifferent.
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| Who will drink with us, a flame burns inside,
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| Which must be extinguished with drinks,
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| Blow off the foam, let it storm under your feet,
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| Well, let's have a drink.
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| Who will drink with us, a flame burns inside,
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| Which must be extinguished with drinks with degrees,
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| Let it storm under your feet
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| In company with girls and boys.
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| Who will drink with us, a flame burns inside,
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| Which must be extinguished with drinks with degrees,
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| Let it storm under your feet
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| In company with girls and boys.
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| Appreciate, yo, sip glasses,
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| Dissolve your thoughts of desire in them,
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| Raise your eyes, well, why are you silent,
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| Breathe deeply, Casta is here, look.
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| Your crowd is not clearly separated from ours,
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| In any case, we will drink vodka together.
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| Your crowd is not clearly separated from ours,
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| In any case, we will drink vodka together.
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| Your crowd is not clearly separated from ours,
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| In any case, we will drink vodka together.
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| Your crowd is not clearly separated from ours,
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| In any case, we will drink vodka together. |