The years chase me and accelerate, get faster as they pass.
My footsteps pass over skin thin ice,
And we toast to our cracking youth.
I stand over the same cliff edge, and even today I drink.
Fill up my glass and congratulate me.
The partings of yesterday become more numerous than the meetings of today.
Now, [just] goodbyes everyday. I guess it’s human nature.
[This is the] punishment for the sin of breathing. Only my age increases.
Always in the same place.
Now the alcohol is drinking me.

Presents are cash, alcohol has become the admission tickets.
My birthday [party] has become an amusement park.
Even when my house that has been empty for a whole year is filled with guests, it seems like an abandoned grassland. A plain full of grief, the journey undertaken to climb the mountain called success.
Today’s celebration is another different embankment.
“Hey you think birthday’s are good fortune?”
We each take out our shot glasses, to live the lives of mayflies.
Cheers!
“Hey let’s just drink and die.”
But I feel dead already- mediocre.
Insecure about my existence's worth.
But just today, please congratulate me.

Yeah, I’m getting drunk. The sun… until it rises, let’s drink.
Happy, happy birthday.
Yeah, I’m drunk. My tears… until they dry, let’s drink.
Happy, happy birthday.


Happy happy birthday to me.