God loved man without measure,
made Eve for him from a rib,
saw that still wasn’t enough for man –
and from barley made beer.
Wreathed with hops
and harmonious songs.
First there was beer
then there was the word –
and the world appeared from beer.
That’s why after today
look for the many-colored world’s
most beautiful beginning
in Pasvalys,
in a barrel of beer,
where the ox
climbs out of the town’s great seal
bound in wreaths of hops
as if it was eternal Easter or Pentecost –
the happiest holiday of all –
always because of that beer!
Always because of that beer!...