Who has not drunk the wine of being?
Who swears false oaths, deceiving?
He who flees the tavern's sway,
Drowns at last within your gaze.
When the dark clouds gather deep,
The revelers cry, "Fill, and keep
Pouring!" When the cup-bearer denies,
The goblets shatter, broken lies.
When the dark clouds gather deep,
The revelers cry, "Fill, and keep
Pouring!" When the cup-bearer denies,
The goblets shatter, broken lies.
When the drunkards enter their revel,
All are submerged, the soul's level
Rises, a storm within the vessel,
A storm within the vessel.
They stumble, drawn to the tavern's call,
The goblets shatter, doomed to fall.
When the cup-bearer's veil is cast,
The value of the goblet passed,
The tavern's brilliance, overcast,
The tavern's brilliance, overcast.
All drink now from the eyes of all,
The goblets shatter, doomed to fall.
When the cup-bearer's glance grows stern,
The fate of the glass does turn,
And all the world begins to burn,
And all the world begins to burn.
A war within the tavern yearns,
The goblets shatter, doomed to fall.
When the dark clouds gather deep,
The revelers cry, "Fill, and keep
Pouring!" When the cup-bearer denies,
The goblets shatter, broken lies.
The goblets shatter, broken lies.
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