The truth: carousing with Czechs

A country with traditions, / there is no need to emphasize it, / the Czech Republic has been throughout my life, / you don't live here in vain.

The foam-crowned light / comes first. / It's the land of brewers, / Bohemian and happy hour,

because the clever Czechs / prefer to carouse themselves. / You see them disinhibiting themselves / in seething caves,

tip the Pilsner Urquell, / “Na zdravi!” on their lips / until after filling up / they stagger home in a drunken stupor.

How nice that they live there, / in the land of traditions, / as world champions in drinking / and in hiccuping in the morning.