In a large hall, a large table
And by it a crowd of guests
The host is bent over in half
With a spoon ringing on a glass
Quiet, I like to make a toast
If possible in veneration
Of our homeland where we've come to lead our lives hey
You're right brethren
(So) lets drink to that
(but) who won't drink with us
Will go between two canes
The right on the left
Drink my friend
Surely we know there is nothing bad
And on the table, was a herring
Spotted by Mr. Zbych
And he quickly understood
That herring likes to swim
He stood up to raise a new toast
For the family a sacred thing
And for the in-laws too
Family, this is strength
You're right brethren
Today's youth is not the same
Complained Mr. Stan
But he flicked his hand in such a way
That he spilled the soup all over a miss
But that is nothing indeed
After all, one can take off a dress
And a new toast is being raised for good manners
You're right brethren...
It's Mr. Kazia turn now
So he took off his tie
'Cause it makes him look older
And though he was already wasted
He stood up with grace and without any help
Stuttering he gave a gesture
To drink now to
Mrs. Mani balloons
You're right brethren....