Shattered Petals And Broken Things

A shot of fate in a glass

"Just a little more",
I heard myself say.
Just another drop of destiny
To end the day.

A pinch of good spirits
And a glass of water,
And all troubles and worries
Cease to matter.

Come brother! Share a bottle with me!
And let's indulge in holy water! Till the moon dances and the pockets lighten!
Till the last drop is gone we shalt not falter!

In high spirits I dance the night away.
With a bottle in one hand and a woman in the other,
Waltzing in a blurry haze to the beats of loud cymbals,
The atmosphere is light with a dizzy weather.

Alas, all good things must pass!
And so my spirit floating in the sky of clouds full,
Comes crashing back to the world of mortals.
The night's a distant memory, and all that remains
Is an empty bottle.