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 Let all our singing follow him 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
