Serve me wine, for I know not what you want of me
A back-handed goodbye, you have betrayed me
Leave your drink and run, hurry, don't wait to be resented
More hurt is in store for the one who stays
Than for the one who leaves.
Pour wine into the betrayed's glass
From where you drink the crimson red
Laughter scrawled with the finest of venom
That which you do not feel inside.
Leave your drink and run, hurry
You shall laugh at me no more
In hurt perhaps I beat you
But we shall meet again along the way.
Pour wine into the betrayed's glass
From where you drink the crimson red
Laughter, like blades, of the finest of
Venom, you don't notice it hurting
And behind you you shall fall, like lead
Arms heaven and weak
Find out who you were.1
1. Translation in the CD's booklet. There's a couple of changes, but the meaning is not lost! However, my Spanish translation does away with the minor changes and I translated the parts that the English translation changed in.