We were born vagabonds
We were born to drink along
After one we're gonna get some
After one comes another one
Brought here as drinking sons
Until the final one is done
Every road takes home to come
In the field is your son

On the road towards the Sun
Drinking and restless one
We joined the dance of his
When we have got a, oh!

When we have got a
A thousand drinks!
When we have got a
A thousand drinks!

Let them folks feel the malt
Heaven and the kingdom cult
Sleeping under sheaves of rye
Every drinker knows it's alright
Let them folks feel the malt
Heaven and the kingdom cult
Sleeping under sheaves of rye
Every drinker knows it's alright

Fever of the vagabond
Through the frontiers we go on
Stars above the seasons come and go
Raindrops turn into snow
Land of a thousand drinks
No sorrow, nobody thinks
Dance and joy fill my cup
But I need every fucking drop

In the fields is your son
Drinking and restless one
We joined the dance of his
When we have got a, enough!

Oh, yeah!

Frozen beard of the vagabond
Winter bends on like a song
Deep from the forest comes the news
The laughter is made of booze

Let them folks feel the malt
Hellraiser and drinkers' cult
No sleep under moonlight rye
Every drinker knows it's alright
Let them folks feel the malt
Hellraiser and drinkers' cult
No sleep under moonlight rye
Every drinker knows it's alright