Were it not for God, how would the evening fade,
Were it not for God, how would the evening fade?
To the one who crafted wine, our praise is laid,
To the one who crafted wine, our praise is laid.
Were it not for God, how would the evening fade.
This life, it grants a glimpse of paradise,
This life, it grants a glimpse of paradise,
This life, it grants a glimpse of paradise,
Perhaps that’s why it’s forbidden, this device,
Perhaps that’s why it’s forbidden, this device.
To the one who crafted wine, our praise is laid,
To the one who crafted wine, our praise is laid.
Were it not for God, how would the evening fade.
This tavern's laws, they twist and turn and bend,
This tavern's laws, they twist and turn and bend,
This tavern's laws, they twist and turn and bend,
He who stood straight, by wine, his name they send,
He who stood straight, by wine, his name they send.
To the one who crafted wine, our praise is laid,
To the one who crafted wine, our praise is laid.
Were it not for God, how would the evening fade.
So pure a thing, oh Adam, wine can be,
So pure a thing, oh Adam, wine can be,
So pure a thing, oh Adam, wine can be,
In truth it speaks, from dawn till evening's sea,
In truth it speaks, from dawn till evening's sea.
To the one who crafted wine, our praise is laid,
To the one who crafted wine, our praise is laid.
Were it not for God, how would the evening fade.
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