Just before the midnight hour… …dressed in a flowing skirt comes
a night from the Arabian tales. Like a wandering fakir,
strutting like a foreigner. This night is the Devil’s mistress. Sparkling like the Kohinoor diamond. With an enchanting temperament.
My friend, it’s amazing! She’s come bathed in sweet wine. Grab your chance,
no words can describe this night. Let all hell break loose. Rejoice till the dawn breaks. Hear the beat, move your feet. Let’s be merry. The priest says drinking is a sin. But drinking is my second nature. No one is a true friend here. The wine-bearer is our only hope. Wine will make us feel like kings. Singing is not our forte,
but sing we will. So what if tune and tempo
are beyond us. Overlook such tiny flaws. We’ll bid goodbye to the sun
before it sets. What difference does time make
to drunkards? Our wicked zeal has given us
the push… …now watch me crash
to the floor with a thud. Let all hell break loose. Rejoice till the dawn breaks. Hear the beat, move your feet. Let’s be merry.