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.
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