When they had a time,
you kept away from this drink
On the wharf in your hometown,
you were up to leave,
leave,
leave
But this time,
on the woodbock, you think
That you're strong enough to burn it That
you will be able to drive it to the ground
Close your ears to the siren's call,
let it call You every second closer to the ground
And I wonder if by the end of this song There will be anything
There will be anything left into the glass
Now you try to smile and stay on your feet
Like a captain of a ship that all the crew leaves,
leaves,
leaves
In spite of your smile Why does that not finish your eyes?
Because of the empty space Which grows and takes all the place into
the glass Close your ears to the siren's call,
let it
call You every second closer to the ground
And I wonder if by the end of this song There will be
anything There will be anything left into the glass