Braník: The 2 Liter Plastic Bottle Ballad

Описание: Lyrics:

Verse 1
Well, the sun sets low on the Czech Republic,
A can, a glass, or a two-liter vessel,
Homeless Jim’s sippin’, his pockets ain’t stressed,
Braník’s the cheapest, but it’s still the best!
For a crown or two, you’ll forget your distress,
But wake up tomorrow with a head like a mess!

Chorus
Braník, Braník—oh, you cheap delight!
Two-liter tango, dancin’ all night!
Homeless saints, students, and broke clowns agree:
“Best beer in the world? Nope—best beer for me!”
Your wallet’s a ghost, but your grin’s here to stay,
Hangover’s a tax for the budget you pay!
Plastic jug, glass, or can—we don’t care!
You’re the Czech Mona Lisa… with foam in your hair!
“Na zdraví!” we bellow, then sway like a tree—
Tomorrow’s a myth when you’re drinkin’ Braník for free!

Verse 2
Two-liter jug? Yeah, that’s our jam,
Pass it around like a hobo’s gram!
A sip for the soul, a toast to the broke,
This recipe’s gold since the 1800s smoke!
Medals on medals, but the price still stays low,
A king in a can, even if your bed’s the snow!


Verse 3
They brag ’bout their ales in some fancy locale,
But Braník’s the truth, and it’s drinkin’ the Gaul!
Two hundred million pints—ain’t that a hoot?
Our brewers back then? Legends, root-toot!
So raise up your plastic, your glass, or your tin,
This beer’s got more soul than a fiddle’s been in!

Chorus
Braník, Braník—oh, you cheap delight!
Two-liter tango, dancin’ all night!
Homeless saints, students, and broke clowns agree:
“Best beer in the world? Nope—best beer for me!”
Your wallet’s a ghost, but your grin’s here to stay,
Hangover’s a tax for the budget you pay!
Plastic jug, glass, or can—we don’t care!
You’re the Czech Mona Lisa… with foam in your hair!
“Na zdraví!” we bellow, then sway like a tree—
Tomorrow’s a myth when you’re drinkin’ Braník for free!

Verse 4
The hangover growls, but we’re loyal as kin,
‘Cause Braník’s a friend who’ll let you back in!
No snobbery here, just a frothy old pal,
A working man’s nectar, through heaven and hell!
So here’s to the brewers who nailed that first batch,
A beer for the people—no need for no catch!

Chorus
Braník, Braník—oh, you cheap delight!
Two-liter tango, dancin’ all night!
Homeless saints, students, and broke clowns agree:
“Best beer in the world? Nope—best beer for me!”
Your wallet’s a ghost, but your grin’s here to stay,
Hangover’s a tax for the budget you pay!
Plastic jug, glass, or can—we don’t care!
You’re the Czech Mona Lisa… with foam in your hair!
“Na zdraví!” we bellow, then sway like a tree—
Tomorrow’s a myth when you’re drinkin’ Braník for free!

Outro
So when you’re in Prague, grab a Braník, my friend,
The cheapest in town, but the party don’t end!
Just heed this old warning: “Pace yourself, son—
That two-liter jug? It’s a cannon, not a gun!”
But hey, what’s life without a little regret?
Na zdraví! Let’s drink—and forget we met!