Original lyrics
ENWill you please pour me some love?
Last years' harvests have been most dreadful
and I'm growing ever bitter from this long draught...
Won't you tell me a wonderful story?
All these drunk fairytales have been most sad
and I'm growing ever tired of these fake promises.
Pour me some love - this crimson poison tends to colour
all your lies heavenly blue.
Some more love, to drown this winter in its warmth.
