A crystal goblet filled with wine,
A pure-blooded from the shrine,
Takes my mind far, far away,
Where there is life without pain.
That realm is filled with pure love –
The warmth of the fire from the stove.
Where you still can steal a kiss.
And there’s nothing else but bliss.
When I empty my first grail,
You appear under a veil.
Great diva, a true queen.
Which all men are worshiping.
The second time when I escape
To the outer world which I create.
A glass of white cold wine, as ice,
In my honor, I will rise.
Virgine lady, as from cyst,
Emerges amidst the mist.
And with her unsure glance,
Leaves me frozen in a stance.
I don’t want the drizzle gone
Of my dirty thoughts. I’m done.
I close my eyes and stop my gaze.
Lady vanishes in the haze.
The third time of escapade
To the sea of wine evade.
A full chalice of Vermouth red,
Urges me straight to her bed.
She appears in the hat.
The only clothing is just that.
I have no clue what is the scope,
She changes my tie to a leather rope.
The wine is good and the goodness is wine,
Which grinds our destiny divine.
I don’t think the wine’s to blame,
Cause that liquor is your name.