♪ ♪ ♪ Wow, sonny boy, fill up the glass up to the edge Because with my glass you are running out in the sand They say it will be a storm, it rains in front of my soul Fill up my glass, because I'm leaving without a single coin The only possible medicine Is a fell with a horn on a burning wind ♪ A storm rages in my glass, and I hear the wind howling While I disappear into the alcohol-laden sound I scream like a myth, and the shoes wear out in the sound While I remember the sound of my own swan And the only possible medicine Is a fell with a horn on a burning wind ♪ There is a little sign on a horse A trotter has several sisters And the horse takes a person And goes north to the bonfire To the bonfire To the bonfire Yeah! ♪ Wow, sonny boy, fill up the glass up to the edge Because with my glass you are running out in the sand They say it will be a storm, it rains in front of my soul So I'm leaving without a single coin The only possible medicine Is a fell with a horn on a burning wind ♪ There is a country that no one knows where it is But everyone knows him as the ruler Yes, in first grade I have reserved a seat You travel with style, even if it goes straight to the dust And on the journey there is a medicine That I take with me to the bonfire To the bonfire To the bonfire To the bonfire To the bonfire To the bonfire Yeah! To the bonfire Yeah!