It was cold. The cigarette fog was drowning me
I was down the whiskey glass
The world turned yellow because of that gold liquid
I was laying at the bottom, drunk, and I felt so stupid

Out of my unconsciousness I saw him approach me
The Olympic God was so close I could feel his touch
I needed more whiskey and free space on the couch
My heart starts to play faster tones
Come on, sit by me, great Apollon

The cold was gone and the Sun started to calm me
Oh, but it's not the Sun, it is whiskey that warms me more
In my heart sounds the thousands Amors choir
It sung about the beauty of his soul and fresh young spirit
And his smile and the deepest gaze, deeper than my glass with the whiskey in it

And the next glass will make even more pleasure to me
Just as ancient gods body I’ve never before seen
Both make grey life more colourful, more yellow, more green
Don’t leave, I’ll take you to my throne
Stay with me, you’re mine, Apollon.