Fill my glass to the brim till it flows over the rim
Oh, the wine is red, so warm and red
I'm a prisoner of drink who will never escape
From the chains of the warm red wine
Is no more than a prison than mine
Like the tears flow in this heart of mine
Take the cork from the bottle of a warm red wine
While I'll sail so long to the dreams that are gone
On account of the warm red wine
Like a ruby, it sparkles and gleams
But I paid for the wine, the one red wine
And fill my glass up, again
Oh, the prison of stone with its cold iron bars