I’m sitting in the empty bar
Everyone has already gone in the night
A waiter is taking glasses
Soon I’m going to be thrown out of here
It’s time to get out of here
but I haven’t got a place to go
When I was going here
I slammed strongly my door

Chorus:
I drained the bitter cup of sorrow
It’s bitterness and broken glass

I am out of dosh
but the great hangover starts
One more glass of wine yet
because we are parted by hate
How to survive the future
when the past already doesn’t exist?
Soon I’ll go into the darkness
so as to come back here tomorrow