The butler by God has become blood, our heart has become the cup of wine, the
saddle of my eyes is burning, my liver is drunk and ruined, the
idol of warm love, sit with me, my soul, I am worried about you, I am so worried about you, my soul, I am so worried about you, my soul is broken, my
heart is broken, oh for you, you are less drunk
, say legend. The cup of the cup, the cup, the cup,
my hand is on your lap, my soul, my soul, fill
those eyes of yours, once again, my cup, pass
away from the world and the sorrow of the
butler. My heart is broken, oh for you, too, that you are less drunk
, tell me a legend. The cup of the cup of
the butler became blood, our heart became blood, my cup of wine, the
saddle of my eyes, my eyes burned, my liver is drunk and ruined, the
idol of warm love, sit with me, sit with me, O my soul,
I am worried about you, so many others of my own life, the
butler of my heart, you have broken my heart, oh for you too, that you are less drunk,
say the legend. The cup of the cup of the
cup, my hand is on your lap, my soul, my
soul, the sacrifice of your
eyes.Fill my cup again
, pass away from the world, and from the sadness of the butlers sudden,
your heart is broken, oh for you, too, that you are less drunk
, say legend. The cup is another cup.
