Pálinka Nights Video (MV)

There's a fire in the bottle, and a spark in my soul,
It's that golden liquid, makes me feel whole.
From the orchards to the glass, through the hands that care,
One sip of pálinka, and I'm already there.
Oh, pálinka, pálinka, you're warm as a friend,
You burn like a sunrise, you soothe like the end.
From apricots and plums to cherries so sweet,
With you in my hand, I'm feeling complete.
In a tiny village under starlit skies,
Where the old men laugh and the young hearts rise.
They say "just one," but I know that's a lie
One taste of pálinka, and I'm ready to fly.
Oh, pálinka, pálinka, you're warm as a friend,
You burn like a sunrise, you soothe like the end.
From apricots and plums to cherries so sweet,
With you in my hand, I'm feeling complete.
In a tiny village under starlit skies,
Where the old men laugh and the young hearts rise.
They say "just one," but I know that's a lie
One taste of pálinka, and I'm ready to fly.
From Budapest nights to the countryside green,
You're the heart of the party, the Hungarian dream.
In good times and bad, you're never too far,
Just raise up your glass, and we'll toast to the stars.
Oh, pálinka, pálinka, you're warm as a friend,
You burn like a sunrise, you soothe like the end.
From apricots and plums to cherries so sweet,
With you in my hand, I'm feeling complete.
So here's to the orchards, the fruit and the fire,
To the spirit that lifts us, takes us higher.
With each little sip, I feel alive
Pálinka, my friend, here's to the ride.