The devil (grim reaper) finds the birds, and the deer when they drink. But me, I am a tree (planted in the ground) and am moved by all the storms.
My friend, please (I'm begging you), leave your tears by the lake for the unfortunate (me) to drink
I wake from a night of drinking (alcohol) and I'm drinking my own tears (because my eyes are clouded) from the smoke, and even with the knives in my heart I feel nothing.
My friend, please (I'm begging you), leave your tears by the lake for the unfortunate (me) to drink