Why this uproar, for a little I have drunk?
Why this uproar, for a little I have drunk?
I have not plundered, I have not plundered,
Nor have I stolen.
Why this uproar, for a little I have drunk?
I seek not wine that estranges the heart,
I seek not wine that estranges the heart,
My longing is for that wine, my longing is for that wine,
Which pulls the heart within.
Why this uproar, for a little I have drunk?
I have not plundered, I have not plundered,
Nor have I stolen.
Why this uproar, for a little I have drunk?
The sun itself bears a stain, the wonders of nature,
The sun itself bears a stain, the wonders of nature,
They call us infidels, they call us infidels,
Such is God's will.
Why this uproar, for a little I have drunk?
I have not plundered, I have not plundered,
Nor have I stolen.
Why this uproar, for a little I have drunk?
The preacher speaks from lack of experience,
The preacher speaks from lack of experience,
How can he know this color, how can he know this color,
Ask him if he has ever drunk.
Why this uproar, for a little I have drunk?
I have not plundered, I have not plundered,
Nor have I stolen.
Why this uproar, for a little I have drunk?
Each atom gleams with the light of God,
Each atom gleams with the light of God,
Each breath proclaims, each breath proclaims,
That if we exist, so does God.
Why this uproar, for a little I have drunk?
I have not plundered, I have not plundered,
Nor have I stolen.
Why this uproar, for a little I have drunk?
Why this uproar, for a little I have drunk?
For a little I have drunk, have drunk.
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