The surface of beer, it isn't natural
That the gold colors, the beer is shining.
But in Tsingtao Brewery, beautiful
Colored bubbles keep on rising.
People, delighted by items
Which saturated with the scent of men's feces,
All who drink and eat,
The young or old are at ease.
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