Let me fill your glass
and let sorrows pass
for you never will be old:
Come on, sing my song,
your life won’t be long:
Soon you’re dead, sweet prince, pale and cold.
So let us now with every breath
drink, and play a trick on death.
There’s no need for you to cry:
Raise your cup and drink it dry.
Let me fill your glass
and let sorrows pass
for you never will be old:
Come on, sing my song,
your life won’t be long:
Soon you’re dead, sweet prince, pale and cold.
All the world is moaning – well, then let in moan.
If you need more pleasure, you can take a loan.
I can be your friend in many shapes:
Made from hops, from barley and from grapes.
Let me fill your glass
and let sorrows pass
for you never will be old:
Come on, sing my song,
your life won’t be long:
Soon you’re dead, sweet prince, pale and cold.
It is poison that you think your life
Vicious poison that will end your strife
So you thought I was your friend, you fool?
Thought me light?
Think again! That isn’t right!
Let me fill your glass
and let sorrows pass
for you never will be old:
Come on, sing my song,
your life won’t be long:
Soon you’re dead, sweet prince, pale and cold.… Weiterlesen
