PERSEPHONE
Pour the wine and raise a cup
Drink up, brothers, you know how
And spill a drop for Orpheus
Wherever he is now
PERSEPHONE
Some birds sing when the sun shines bright
My praise is not for them
But the one who sings in the dead of night
I raise my cup to him
EURYDICE
Wherever he is wandering
Alone upon the earth
And bring him comfort
Some flowers bloom when the green grass grows
My praise is not for them
But the one who blooms in the bitter snow
I raise my cup to him
PERSEPHONE
I raise my cup and drink it up
EURYDICE
I raise it high and drink it dry
PERSEPHONE
To Orpheus and all of us
Goodnight, brothers, goodnight