While I'm standing at the counter, partially drunk
hating a bit myself and others
I'm slowly destroying cognac, cigarettes
good friends, my faithful servants.
I'm not one of those that whine,
I don't have you anymore and what can I do
I will, later, drag myself home
as soon as I have one more quick drink
I know, I wont be able to fall asleep for a long time
infinitely long, cursed nights,
How wrong are the days without you
even drinking can't help with that
I hope you're not foolish to be shy
because you banished me east from heaven
At least smile when you see me
Remain a bit*h till the end!