Wrestle with life, all day, O drinkers of wine, and then,
O drinkers of wine, this task perform as well:
That for yourselves, a little evening, arrange.
Wrestle with life, all day, O drinkers of wine, and then,
this task perform as well.
This is the only door, they say, that closes, unseen,
This is the only door, they say, that closes, unseen.
When in the beloved's lane, no room you find,
Then in the tavern, your sojourn make.
That for yourselves, a little evening, arrange.
Wrestle with life, all day, O drinkers of wine, and then,
this task perform as well.
O wind, what message further shall I send, when passing the wine-house?
O wind, what message further shall I send, when passing the wine-house?
From my side, for a moment, pause,
and to the drinkers of wine, a greeting send.
That for yourselves, a little evening, arrange.
Wrestle with life, all day, O drinkers of wine, and then,
this task perform as well.
The truth is this, O friends, of love, there is no etiquette, no form,
The truth is this, O friends, of love, there is no etiquette, no form.
In some village, spend the day,
in some alley, make your evening.
That for yourselves, a little evening, arrange.
Wrestle with life, all day, O drinkers of wine, and then,
this task perform as well.
O drinkers of wine, this task perform as well,
O drinkers of wine, this task perform as well.
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