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... 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! 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.