Let me fill your glass
and let sorrows pass
for you never will be old:
Come on, sing my song,
your life won’t be long:
Soon you’re dead, sweet prince, pale and cold.
So let us now with every breath
drink, and play a trick on death.
There’s no need for you to cry:
Raise your cup and drink it dry.
Let me fill your glass
and let sorrows pass
for you never will be old:
Come on, sing my song,
your life won’t be long:
Soon you’re dead, sweet prince, pale and cold.
All the world is moaning - well, then let in moan.
If you need more pleasure, you can take a loan.
I can be your friend in many shapes:
Made from malt, from barley and from grapes.
Let me fill your glass
and let sorrows pass
for you never will be old:
Come on, sing my song,
your life won’t be long:
Soon you’re dead, sweet prince, pale and cold.
It is poison that you think your life
Vicious poison that will end your strife
So you thought I was your friend, you fool?
Thought me light?
Think again! That isn’t right!
Let me fill your glass
and let sorrows pass
for you never will be old:
Come on, sing my song,
your life won’t be long:
Soon you’re dead, sweet prince, pale and cold…
Dead, sweet prince, pale and cold….
dead, sweet prince, pale and cold…
Dead.
Die Deutsche Fassung dieses Liedes ist »Der Geist
in der Flasche« von Silva
Originaltext und Melodie © 2001 by Silva
Englischer Text © 2001 by Thesilée
Dieses Lied befindet sich auf dem Album »Garden of the
Lost«
The German lyrics to this song are »Der Geist
in der Flasche« by Silva
tune and original lyrics © 2000 by Silva
English words © 2001 by
Thesilée
You’ll find this song on the album »Garden of the
Lost«
