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Innkeeper who mesmerizes, with your fiery brews,
Keep filling my cup with your damn poison
Until I look like a madman rolling on the ground
Keep filling my cup, good innkeeper friend.

When you see me drunk, singing an obscene tango,
Among blasphemies and laughter causing a ruckus with the drunkards,
Don't throw me out onto the street, good innkeeper friend,
Remember that I get drunk on your damn poison.

I want to kill the soul that mesmerizes my brain,
Many get drunk on wine and others get drunk on kisses.
Since I no longer have loves, and the ones I had died,
I find pleasure in the wine provided by the innkeeper.

Not everyone who is a drunkard does it for the pleasure of it,
Only God knows the soul that beats in each drunkard.
Don't you see my cup empty?
Pour wine, innkeeper.

For I have a content soul, with your damn poison
Keep filling my cup, ha ha ha ha,
For I have no remedy.