On a table scented with liquor
There are the glasses of a glass that I broke
My bitter cry is confused with the wine
But what does it matter as long as I do it for you
I'm really crazy thrown the bottles
Even the beer guard is afraid of me
I am eating your portrait with pure kisses
And between my screams of pain I cry with him
If he has to deny me the caresses that I ask of you
I give myself over to the wine which is also a pleasure
I slept drunk and woke up drunk
I don't know if the sun is setting or has just risen
My arms are trembling and my life tears
disoriented without knowing where to go
I am well crazy, the bottles are afraid of the Ale
I am eating pure kisses your portrait
And between my cries of pain I cry with him
If he has to deny me the caresses I ask of you
I give myself over to the wine which is also a pleasure