Dionysus, Dionysus. Don't be afraid, have fun like everyone else.
It's alarming that you can't interact while sober,
the wine on the table and the will to die remains.
The boys, the girls, everyone loves Dionysus,
he gives us chills, his beauty is ethereal and angelic.
He smiles with his glass of wine, but like the devil.
Tonight is ripe for his banquet.
They strike us like lightning, they strike us like a storm.
It's alarming that you can't interact while sober,
the wine on the table and the will to die remains.
The boys, the girls, everyone loves Dionysus,
he gives us chills, his beauty is ethereal and angelic.
He smiles with his glass of wine, but like the devil.
Tonight is ripe for his banquet.
They strike us like lightning, they strike us like a storm.
Maybe there's nothing for tonight, nowhere to go,
this is the story of a mythological boy,
wasting his potential with parties and banquets,
trusting random people,
getting drunk just for fun.
Wear your crown of vines, wear your finest tunic,
raise your glass and try to feel alive again.
You seek a different euphoria in every drop of alcohol,
not knowing the limit.
The boys, the girls, everyone loves Dionysus,
he gives us chills, his beauty is ethereal and angelic.
He smiles with his glass of wine, but like the devil.
Tonight is ripe for his banquet.
They strike us like lightning, they strike us like a storm.
Dionysus, Dionysus, it's okay,
watch your feast and try to find the will to live again.