Mosel Land

By the river mosel life is born again, Breeze is virgin,sight is nonpareil; At dawn or dusk when the vegetation Casts its shadow on mosel’s glass, The reality of paradise manifests. What a generous land is Mosel That distills wine on mountains’ gredients And puts smile globally on every face ? If you know the value of vino’s gift, Won’t you rather praise mosel? Flowery land ; Fruity land ; Fruit that loves us shall drop in our front, Fruit that doesn't shall drop in the green And the beasts of forest shall feed on it; Pear and apple; cherry and berry . The world wears a crown, Mosel is the jewel on the crown; The home of art, the home of wine, Field of flower, field of fruit, Heaven of angels whose curtains Are the petals of rose and lilly.