We start the summer, almost always up and down We pour up a glass and everyone gets to be a part of it No one is left out, only fans as a director Those who have longed the most get to come to our party We pour up a glass for those who are still sleeping The autumn will come later, a hundred days left until winter We empty the bags that have been thrown away Everyone gets to be a part of the party Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la We pour up a glass for those who are still sleeping The autumn will come later, a hundred days left until winter A hundred days left until winter The summer is short, don't think about missing anything I count the days, no one gets to be forgotten We will dance all night long, we will sing our song Those who have longed the most get to come to our party We pour up a glass for those who are still sleeping The autumn will come later, a hundred days left until winter We empty the bags that have been thrown away Everyone gets to be a part of the party Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la We pour up a glass for those who are still sleeping The autumn will come later, a hundred days left until winter A hundred days left until winter We pour up a glass for those who are still sleeping The autumn will come later, everyone gets to be a part of the party Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la We pour up a glass for those who are still sleeping The autumn will come later, a hundred days left until winter A hundred days left until winter A hundred days left until winter A hundred days left until winter