A morning sun is shining above the inn
With burdensome strenght that is hard to stand
With grain of divanity and a crop of sin
Another lazy August just comes to an end

The inn is fully demolished inside
A broken glass and wood lies everywhere
But if you search for people then you might find
Most faithful souls cause they are still in there

There is a Queen with her eyes filled with rage
Once she got mad from having things out of control
When she destroyed all around she took off her crown
And then she promised she won't hurt you anymore

There is an Alewife with some sparks in ger glance
Screaming out loud "in fuckin beer we all can trust!"
Thou she is old she's cheerful and will always take a chance
To grab your sausage or to slap your manly ass

We have some liquors of every kind
Some broken tables and some sultry air
But if you search for people then you might find
Most faithful souls cause they are still in there

There is a Fallen Angel with some blackened wings
Once she survived a bloodshed in a deadly strife
And now by drinking good wine and gritting her teeth
She may forget and for a while laugh at her life

There is an Insane Girl embroidering in the corner
She watches every move and hears whichever word
She may firstly kiss you then kill by a razor blade
But she can listen like noone in the world

We have some liquors of every kind...

There is a Drunkard laying straight with wry lips
Howling in envy, even playing with a gun
Depressive vodka has ended but he still has some dibs
So it's enough to buy another one

There are two shadows with their hair like wavy seas
But they just wander along this cold and rubbled ground
Thou they are only shadows they cannot be dismissed
Cause in this sick place all memories are alive

We...

There is Good Spirit infected with this mess,
Seems mild and soft, but you try to break him in vain
With smile on his lips he lets his silent prayer flow
The words so beautiful ascending through the rain

There is a Reaper with his scythe held so high
It caused a damage on his soul and innocence
Now he is crawling and desperately looking for a way,
Still obstinate to reject the helping hands

We...

There is a Wanderer rocking all around
Everyone knows his name, but noone knows his mind
His beautiful laughter shows his transcendental soul
But middle fingers proclaim his swollen pride

There is a Gambler jostling them without mercy
Thou she's a bankrupt she feels like being free
And with a memory of her wallet thet once was pursy
Today she is the winner of this company

There is no chance for them to live in their society
Without some serious changes to their lives
But in the August Inn kissed by the sun
They may be anyway the madmen in disguise