We love it in our cellar, our little breakfast we produce. Red wine with pimpinella, and a shot of Beckazine. We love it in our cellar, our little breakfast we produce. Red wine with pimpinella, and a shot of Beckazine. Red wine with pimpinella, and a shot of Beckazine. We love it in our cellar, our little breakfast we produce. The wind is a musician, it gives us wind from mountains and cliffs. The young sing little love songs, among old mothers' songs. The siblings sit by the disc, and the prosecution on the wheel. The king, the basilisk, summons the board for a full day. In a little soup, we will make a toast. A little wine, we have in our cellar. Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na. Vid middagsvin ska vi under grusen hälla. Men kväll till midnivn vilar vi denna källa.