Текст песни
The road is long, the night is cold,
another bloody tale unfolds.
We drink for future, drink for past,
For men who died and left too fast.
And whiskey flows, a golden tide,
sweeping sorrows far aside.
Another toast, another song,
another night where we belong.
The fire glows, the embers glance,
in smoky light, we take our chance.
We voice our tales with laughing tears,
beneath the stars, we drown our fears.
And whiskey flows, a golden tide,
sweeping sorrows far aside.
Another toast, another song,
another night where we belong.
And whiskey flows, a golden tide,
sweeping sorrows far aside.
Another toast, another song,
another night where we belong.
Another night where we belong,
Another night, another song.
