I drink a wine I drink I rarely though
me back the dead You do not
when I drink my Qualtinger
I drink the wine and remember my pride to dance for
Heurigen
sway with Moser I drink you back
I drink wine like today
Trap rare with large dead
so easily in the graves no fear offices
I drink the third fourth-looking as
Danzer to feet , fifth in the cab
sixth tottrinken me today I can not
home offices graves graves offices
who would want to play my home home Qualtinger
reads the burial rooms
I never drink wine because my head
put my pride to cry not
the Lebtoten with their Sperrstund
As long as I drink is a life in the rooms
not fall as long as I taste the wine as long as I
the dead alive, no one is drinking
fad in the room graves
I drink a wine
and still a favorite for my beloved never
Ö , Austria will not remember one for my never
never sway swaying friend I
them home to support myself I will have a wine
then they leave me alone
and fall so funny I die
drum so rare for me to drink
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text courtesy of Manfred Dechert
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