| Pour the wine and raise a cup
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| Drink up, brothers, you know how
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| And spill a drop for Orpheus
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| Wherever he is now
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| Some birds sing when the sun shines bright
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| My praise is not for them
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| But the one who sings in the dead of night
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| I raise my cup to him
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| Wherever he is wandering
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| Alone upon the earth
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| Let all our singing follow him
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| And bring him comfort
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| Some flowers bloom when the green grass grows
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| My praise is not for them
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| But the one who blooms in the bitter snow
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| I raise my cup to him
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| I raise my cup and drink it up
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| I raise it high and drink it dry
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| To Orpheus and all of us
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| Goodnight, brothers, goodnight |