What, brothers, is war if you don't drink wine!
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And everything is fine with wine.
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Life would be boring without female warmth
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Oh come on, friend, let's sing.
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Cups up! |
Let's drink to success!
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Chorus:
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Musketeers say only
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Wine and the female gender are on my mind.
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Why then is there a bed in the barracks,
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What about the wooden table in the tavern?
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Our hearts are full of courage, we are loyal to the king
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Whether sober or drunk.
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No one will blame us for cowardice
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We are in love with swords.
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Money is dust! |
To hell with fear!
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Chorus:
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Musketeers say only
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Wine and the female gender are on my mind.
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Why then is there a bed in the barracks,
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What about the wooden table in the tavern?
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And in battle, gentlemen,
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Fear is pure nonsense for us.
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Bottoms Up! |
Bottoms Up!
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Drink to the bottom, musketeer!
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Blue cloak, hero, the right choice is yours
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The king and France are with you, hoi!
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Chorus:
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Musketeers say only
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Wine and the female gender are on my mind.
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Why then is there a bed in the barracks,
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What about the wooden table in the tavern?
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And in battle, gentlemen,
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Fear is pure nonsense for us.
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Bottoms Up! |
Bottoms Up!
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Drink to the bottom, musketeer!
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Canaglia! |