La última copa

Just pour, my friend, just pour me and fill the champagne glass
the champagne glass to the brim,
for this night of revelry and joy
I want to drown the pain in my soul.
This is the last party of my life,
of my life, boys, which is leaving...
or rather, it's gone after the one
that my love never knew how to appreciate.

I loved her, boys, and I love her
and I can never forget her;
I get drunk for her
and who knows what she'll do.
Pour, waiter, more champagne,
than all my pain,
I'll drown it in drink;
And if you see her,
boys, tell her
that it was for her love
that my life is already gone.

And let's toast, just the last glass,
that maybe she too will now be
offering her mouth in some toast
and another happy mouth will kiss her.
Pour, my friend, just pour, pour me and fill up
the champagne glass to the brim,
that my life has gone after the one
that my love never knew how to appreciate.