The inn is greeting us with beer,
Filling mugs to the brim.
Our friends await for us there,
With tables full of food.
Once we're done with the beer,
We'll begin blowing our dudas.
When it's time for us to die,
Our hearts will not be sad.
We'll wake all hell with our songs
And dance in circles around the Satan,
Pouring beer into our throats
And playing dudas for the devils.
This is like a bad dream,
A horrible nightmare.
How do we get away from here?
We've been beset by the demons.
My heart is beating against my chest
Like a bird caged,
Trouble follows trouble.
Save me, my friends!
Save me, my duda! |
