I would like to die like this
With the glass next to me
With a Cobzar* next to me (old Romanian kind-of guitar)
I would like to die like this
In a Pub
To write, when to time comes,
With red wine my testament
I would like to die like this
Lets get drunk
I drink, drink, drink,
Lets make a mess
And after a week
I drink, drink, drink
I shall die with the bottle in my hand
I would like to die like this
With the glass next to me
With a Cobzar* next to me
I would like to die like this
I don't want crying
I want on my last time
A Cobzar, A Singer
Singing to take my place
I don't want no sad face
With the nose in their wipe
If I die, I want the living
To party for me
A whole day
I would like to die like this
With the glass next to me
With a Cobzar* next to me (old Romanian kind-of guitar)
I would like to die like this
In a Pub
To write, when to time comes,
With red wine my testament
I would like to die like this
Lets get drunk
I drink, drink, drink,
Lets make a mess
And after a week
I drink, drink, drink
I shall die with the bottle in my hand