Pour me wine, Mom -
old, mature,
from what you did with
love from grandfather.
Pour over and let me drink,
guilty conscience to erase,
without him
the grapes do not give birth, rot!
Did not teach me,
how to ditch it!
In an old barrel how
with love to put it on.
Become a beer, like a beehive.
Give me health, strength.
You know. Only love has made me today ...
Pour me! Let me drink.
Goodbye and Kisses ...