Die Hoffnung - Orpheus in His Underwear lyrics

Sing, muse, of despair, of the fond buried fair, of the nightingale that now croons. that quit salons for saloons Did trade honey for ale, a lift for a wail. These barboys, all souse and rut, preen flatter and strut Would mount birds barely wooed by a liquor this crude, that once did move meadows to dew, raised the dear from dead once said: "Wake, Fairest, and folow; make a room in your tomb for all sorrow, eyes burn to look on you. I won't steal a gaze but borrow Wait fairest, dont go. curse a berse this hollow, ill burn meter, spin sugar, shame zeus, venus, apollo" The gods are a**ps Drink freinds dance down your past. Love and virtue won't last. make time with mad, shreaking tarts. let them rip you apart They can start with your heart