From the bottom of the bottle [Greek translation]

You ask me if I'm happy now

That's good as any joke I've heard

It seems since I seen you last

I done forgot the

meaning of the words

If happiness is empty rooms

And drinking in the afternoon

Well I suppose I'm happy

As a clown

But if it's got a thing to do

With smiling or forgetting you

Well I don't guess,

that I could say, I am

Did you ever see a down and outer

Waking up alone

Without a blanket on

To keep him from the dew

When the water from the weeds

Had soaked the papers

He'd been putting in his shoes to

Keep the ground from

Coming through

And his future feels as empty

As the pockets in his pants

Because he's never seen

A single dream come true

That's the way that I've been feeling

since the day I started falling

From the bottle to the bottom

stool by stool

Learning hard to live with losing you

You wonder if I'm better off

With freedom now

To do the things I choose

With all my times

My own and I

Got nothing left but sleeping time to lose

There's no one here to carry on

If I stay out the whole night long

Or give a tinkers damn if I don't call

I'm living like I wanted to

And doing things I want to do

And nothing means a thing to me at all

Did you ever see a down and outer

waking up alone

Without a blanket on

To keep him from the dew

When the water from the weeds

Had soaked the papers

He'd been putting in his shoes

To keep the ground from coming through

And his future feels as empty

as the pockets in his pants

Because he's never seen

A single dream come true

That's the way that I've been feeling

Since the day I started falling

From the bottle to the bottom,

stool by stool

Learning hard to live with losing you