Verse 1
In Moravia they pour with pride,
Every cellar’s a magic ride.
From Mikulov to Znojmo’s line,
They say “forget French — taste Czech wine!”
Chorus
Czech wine, Czech wine,
Sweet or sour, it tastes just fine.
Drink it fast or sip in time,
Raise your glass and shout “Czech wine!”
Verse 2
Your tongue says “riesling,” nose says “plum,”
After three shots, your legs go numb.
It’s not Bordeaux, but that’s just fine,
You’ll still be dancing thanks to Czech wine!
Chorus
Czech wine, Czech wine,
Better than beer? It’s borderline!
Goes with cheese or pork and brine,
Everybody sings for Czech wine!
Verse 3
Tourists search for “famous brands,”
Locals drink what grandma hands.
A jug from cellar — oh divine,
Who needs a label? This is Czech wine!
Chorus
Czech wine, Czech wine,
Strong or light, it’ll twist your spine.
Forget champagne — just draw the line,
Open up another Czech wine!
Verse 4
On a Friday night you’ll understand,
A litre jug in each brave hand.
You’ll wake up lost near grapevine shrine,
Asking saints to bless Czech wine!
Chorus
Czech wine, Czech wine,
Morning headache feels like crime.
But you’ll return, time after time,
To fall in love again with Czech wine!
Verse 5
So let’s give cheers in every town,
From Brno hills to Prague’s old crown.
Beer may reign, but don’t resign,
Czech hearts beat red with Czech wine!
Final Chorus (big finish)
Czech wine, Czech wine,
Flowing free like Morava’s line.
Raise your glass and let it shine,
We all live and laugh for Czech wine!
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