Leave your troubles at the door
Here, we know to drown former loves
Heart at half-mast, glass in hand
At the tavern of divine art
Stop your damn complaints
and sing to the glory of absinthe
Toast death without fear
Bacchus is God in this place
Pound a happy date
You'll be welcome at any hour
Drink much more that you should
It's good for all that you are
Raise your elbows on the bar
Forget everything that's not the sea of drinks
Drink more than you should
It's good for all that you are
I leave my troubles at the door
I'm going to drown my former loves
Drink much more than you should
It's good for all that you are
Drink much more than you should
It's good for all that you are