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Текст (слова) песни: Skyclad - Vintage Whine



I`ll paly Bacchus for the evening,
pray, be seated, take your places
Should my manna seem displeasing,
offend your airs and graces,
I`ve a list long as your arm,
(The connoisseur`s selection)
such bitter whines - a quaff of qualms,
awaiting your inspections

The bubbles burst - this aint sham-pain
I`ve watched hopes wither on the vine
The fruits of labours toiled in vain
I reap soul-grapes at harvest time.

Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.

Since it`s drawn - I must sup the cellarage of sorrow
yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time I drain the dregs
Their poison cannot kill me - new strength from it I `ll borrow
my maudlin is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs.

Here`s one for the road - afore ye go
drink deep sweet lads and lasses
Those blighted crops you gladly sow
shall one day fill your glasses
Brood for decades - pure hate distilled
then bottled up much longer
Revenge - a draught I`ll serve you chilled,
when time has made it stronger

Non-cordial - it`s bile bouquet.
Laments ferment the patience schnapps
Cask full of mulled futile dismay
My well-aged-rage - you `ve turned the taps

Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.

Since it`s drawn - I must sup the cellarage of sorrow
yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time I drain the dregs
Their poison cannot kill me - new strength from it I `ll borrow
my maudlin is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs.

Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.

 

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