Leave your troubles
At the door
Here, we know how to drown
Dead loves

Heart in mourning
Take glass in hand
At the tavern
Of divine art

Silence
Your damned complaints
And sing then
To the glory of absinthe

Stubbornly
Toast without fear
Bacchus is God
In my abode

Right on time
For happiness
You will be welcome
No matter the hour

Drink much more than you should
It's good for everything you have

Raise your elbow
Hold the helm
To forget everything
It's not a big deal

Drink much more than you should
It's good for everything you have

I leave my troubles
At the door
I come to drown
My dead loves

Drink much more than you should
It's good for everything you have

Drink much more than you should
It's good for everything you have

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