It’s over, the day has given way
Put your hands in a cup;
The night is drunk like a glass of champagne
And the hills stare at us
The smoke of the factory rises to the sky
The clouds are our crowns, our laurels
And love our only glory in this world;
Come,
Put your hands in a cup
Let’s go collect some of the night liquor
The clouds foam to our consciousness
And the other world opens its trap door to us
Let’s go down the stairs of the soul
To the depths of the ocean of dreams
Let’s go and light up the dark night again
Our fingers are extended by flames
Let’s go and light up the darkness again
The heat of our dizzy bodies
Is fanned by the faceless darkness;
Come,
Put your hands in a cup
The night is drunk like fresh water
Its heavy cloak liquefies
In front of our eyes dazzled by tenderness
The night gives itself to those who are thirsty
Put your hands in the cup
Join me in this inverted reality
Let’s go down the stairs of the soul
Let’s go light the darkness
Let’s satiate ourselves with the liquor of the night
The other world opens its trap door to us
Let’s go and light up the dark night again
The smoke of the factory goes up to the sky
And the clouds disperse