Cyprus, your wine rejuvenates my verve,
Made me see the child carrier strip,
Jupiter, Mars, Venus, Juno, Minerva,
These gods long scratched my Credo .
If our authors, all pagans in their books,
Made me curse an ingenious worship;
Ah! this wine is that they not netaient drunk.
Wine of Cyprus created all the gods.

Greek worship, taught in our classes,
Yes, I come back as Bacchus is powerful.
In my songs, dance, Muses and Graces;
Mouse, Phoebus; Zephyr, be caressing.
Fauns, Sylvan, Bacchae and Dryades,
Around me train joyful chorus.
But my cellar away the Naiads.
Wine of Cyprus created all the gods.

With this wine flavor asphalt,
I believe these ancient altars to sail
Where beauty, myrtle crowned
Under a clear sky delighted mortals.
Born in the North, with a wind of anger
Let us imagine that delicious sky.
To populate the man had to indulge.
Wine of Cyprus created all the gods.

Eyes in the air, the good man Hesiod
Once sought the gods ronflans names.
Without thought, he would make an ode;
Cyprus also comes with a wide flanks.
My Greek Pegasus gets drunk and he climbs,
Hot nectar that grows wonderful.
The addition was full; it leaves a Olympus.
Wine of Cyprus created all the gods.

Deities, fables of old empires
We oppose tentans little devils;
Wolves-garoux, ghouls, vampires,
Medieval kind hobby.
Ignore the damned ghosts and graves!
Ignore the horrible! it is contagious.
Bats, made room for doves.
Wine of Cyprus created all the gods.

Anacreon, Menander, Aeschylus, Homer,
Have this wine drunk immortality.
Ah! pour me and my lyre ephemeral
For the future may be sung.
I do not; but d'Amours leading a troop,
Hebe leaves me a moment heaven.
Smiling she fills my cup.
Wine of Cyprus created all the gods.