Pour the wine and raise it cup
Drink of brothers you know how
a spritual for Orpheus
wherever he is now
Some birds sing when the sun shines bright
My praise is not for them
But the one who sings in the dead of nights
I raise my cup to him
Wherever he is wondering
How long upon the earth
Let lyre's singing follow him
and bring him comfort
Some flowers bloom when the green grass grows
My praise is not for them
 but the on who blooms in the bitter snow
I raise my cup to him
I raise my cup and drink it up
I raise it high and drink it dry
To Orpheus and all of us
Good night brothers. Good night.