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If I go
Before I m old
Oh, brother of mine
Please don t forget me if I go

Bartender, please
Fill my glass for me
With the wine you gave Jesus that set him free
After three days in the ground

Oh, and if I die
Before my time
Oh, sweet sister of mine
Please don t regret me if I die

Bartender, please
Fill my glass for me
With the wine you gave Jesus that set him free
After three days in the ground

Bartender, please
Fill my glass for me
With the wine you gave Jesus that set him free
After three days in the ground

I m on bended knees, I pray
Bartender, please

When I was young, I didn t think about it
Now I just can t get it off my mind

I m on bended knees
Father, please

If all this gold
Should steal my soul away
Oh, dear mother of mine
Please redirect me if this gold...

Bartender, you see
The wine that s drinking me
Came from the vine that strung Judas from the Devil s tree
It s roots deep, deep in the ground

Bartender, you see
The wine that s drinking me
Came from the vine that strung Judas from the Devil s tree
It s roots deep, deep in the ground
In the ground...

I m on bended knees
Oh, Bartender, please

I m on bended knees
Father, please

When I was young, I didn t dream about it
Now I think about it all the time

I m on bended knees
Oh, Bartender, please
Bartender, please

Oh I see
Mamacita cosita esta bien bonita
Oh I see
Me gustas mucho a mi

While I see you whip it
Choke or treat you right
Give me just a minute of your time tonight
We both are here to have...

Zostaw za sobą wszystkie smutki, zimne dni.
Dziś dolecimy do Słońca.
Przed nami fiesta, czas zabawy, w szklance rum.
Noc roztańczona, gorąca.
Złocisty piach,
błękitny nieba dach, na wyspie jak marzenia.

Ref.
Podarowałaś mi gorące dni,
niezapomniany czas.
Podarowałaś mi gorące dni,
oszalał z nami świat.

Na wyspie Słońca czarna...

Am I lying to myself when everyone else here sees right through me
and all the products they ve sold me
I let them own me now don t I feel like such a man,
but I ll hide my guilt and no regrets
Smoke a thousand cigarettes and slowly tear myself apart until
suddenly...

Saturday,
I saw ya, can I go?
Ain t no way,
I m gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.

Saturday,
I saw ya, can I go?...

Suicidal preacher hangs himself
Unfaithful servant goes straight to hell
When he returns, your life will end
Down from the skies maggots descend
Least expecting his horrible face
Your decayed guts you soon will taste
Unholy feeling grows deep inside
Choking on your...