Congratulations
For having broken our hearts into a thousand pieces
Congratulations
For playing the game of love and hurting us
Congratulations
For playing with our pride with such coldness
Congratulations
Because a single glance from you makes us dream
Glass by glass, hand in hand
This toast is for them
They made us our slaves
And we like their chains
We will keep going
Against the wind and the tide
So that the pain of their slights
Will hurt less than losing them
Congratulations
For making a sad king of peasants of this man
Congratulations
For taking away our words, our senses, and making us fall in love
Congratulations
Because you take away our sleep, our calm, and our peace
Congratulations
Because when you are not near to live is to weep
Glass by glass, hand in hand
This toast is for them
They made us our slaves
And we like their chains
We will keep going
Against the wind and the tide
So that the pain of their slights
Will hurt less than losing them