My love, the bottle, a captive I,
Saqi, I plead, for her I sigh.
To my bottle, let me be bound,
My heart, in longing, profound.
I must wed the bottle, let the vows be said,
Raise the tavern, for my love's bed.
Makers of wine, adorn the space,
I must wed the bottle, find my grace.
Adorn the tavern, let it gleam,
I must wed the bottle, fulfill my dream.
Before I, the groom, am made,
Before I, the groom, am made,
My bottle, a bride, is to be displayed.
I must wed the bottle, let the vows be said,
Makers of wine, adorn the space,
I must wed the bottle, find my grace.
If she is the queen of grapes' domain,
I am the lord, in this love's chain.
A perfect match, our souls entwined,
Let us be one, our fates designed.
I must wed the bottle, let the vows be said,
Makers of wine, adorn the space,
I must wed the bottle, find my grace.
More than life, my bottle I adore,
Without her, my living's a chore.
I must wed the bottle, let the vows be said,
Makers of wine, adorn the space,
I must wed the bottle, find my grace.
I gaze upon her, thirst takes flight,
I crave my love within my sight.
I must wed the bottle, let the vows be said,
Makers of wine, adorn the space,
I must wed the bottle, find my grace.
My restlessness, it takes its toll,
Patience fails, I lose control.
I am the bottle's, she is mine,
To my bottle, my soul align.
I must wed the bottle, let the vows be said,
Makers of wine, adorn the space,
I must wed the bottle, find my grace.
Without the bottle, life is naught,
Her name, in the wedding, is what is sought.
I must wed the bottle, let the vows be said,
Makers of wine, adorn the space,
I must wed the bottle, find my grace.
They say, "Break ties, this love forsake,"
How can I live, her spirit break?
I must wed the bottle, let the vows be said,
Makers of wine, adorn the space,
I must wed the bottle, find my grace.
Dark clouds gather, a somber hue,
Dark clouds gather, and I feel through.
Dark clouds gather, the storm descends,
Dark clouds gather, my journey transcends.
Dark clouds gather, a somber hue,
Dark clouds gather, and I feel through.
Night descends, the moon's soft gleam,
Saqi, the world, a flowing dream.
By cruel hands, what is held so dear,
To drink this love, banishes all fear.
Because the clouds descend, their shadow's sway,
Dark clouds gather, and I feel through.
Dark clouds gather, the storm descends,
Dark clouds gather, my journey transcends.
The world is drenched, a lover's plea,
Saqi, let go the veil for me.
By the pain of loss, your heart is free,
Saqi, lift the bottle's secrecy.
I must wed the bottle, let the vows be said,
Makers of wine, adorn the space,
I must wed the bottle, find my grace.
My bottle, my life, the air I breathe,
My bottle, my every wish, my creed.
My bottle, my life, the air I breathe,
My bottle, my every wish, my creed.
I am the bottle's, she is my desire,
I am the bottle's, burning fire.
I must wed the bottle, let the vows be said,
Makers of wine, adorn the space,
Gazing upon your lips' deep shade,
Makers have, with hands so bold,
Filled the cups, the stories told.
Gazing upon your lips' deep shade,
Makers have, with hands so bold,
Thirst, in waves, begins to turn,
Thirst, in waves, my soul does yearn.
Your lips, a fountain, overflow,
From your lips, my spirit flow.
I must wed the bottle, let the vows be said,
Makers of wine, adorn the space,
I must wed the bottle, find my grace.
If the bottle, I cannot attain,
Life I will surrender, in this pain.
I am the bottle's, her devoted one,
Let our wedding be, now begun.
I must wed the bottle, let the vows be said,
Makers of wine, adorn the space,
Before I, the groom, am made,
Before I, the groom, am made,
My bottle, a bride, is to be displayed.
I must wed the bottle, let the vows be said,
Makers of wine, adorn the space,
I must wed the bottle, find my grace.
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