Congratulations
for breaking our hearts into thousand pieces.
Congratulations
for playing the game of love and hurting us.
Congratulations
for playing with our pride so very coldly.
Congratulations
because only your glance makes us dream.
Drink after drink, hand in hand,
this toast is for them.
They made us their slaves
and we like their chains.
We will go forward
against the wind and the tide,
because the pain of their offenses
hurts less than losing them.
Congratulations
for making the man a sad king of clowns.
Congratulations
for robbing us of words, reasons and love.
Congratulations
because you stole our dream, calm and peace.
Congratulations
because when your not here life is a mourn.
Drink after drink, hand in hand,
this toast is for them.
They made us their slaves
and we like their chains.
We will go forward
against the wind and the tide,
because the pain of their offenses
hurts less than losing them.