I tell you: All a man could need
is whisky and a glass
A company of cigarette smoke
and the night to slowly pass

Perhaps a lady by his side
for women are fine as wine
But fear not friend, if you're alone
for this solitude's divine

We drink to live and live to drink
And sail in streams of pain
The whisky sparkles in the glass
in the darkness once again

We are the ones that drink alone
when nights lie broke apart
Add some ice, lad; quench the flame
that burns your drunken heart

And men do cry when all alone
with a glass in trembling grip
But often throw the glass away
so the bottle may kiss their lips

Spare us the memories' shade, oh please
we would not wish to dwell
on times of tears and times of fears
and times of years of hell

I tell you: All a man could need
is to drink till morning's ray
which sparks again that flame of pain
that burns the heart away