--------English Translation-------------------------- I present a whole bottle of Pure and mellow wine, I pour a cup full for Your Royal Highness, Strong and fragrant wine. Let our song never end, Let our fortunes never decline, A cup for ever in our hands, A song for ever in our throats. Close families cannot be without Warm and mellow wine, Fill all the cups and make a toast, Strong and fragrant wine. --------------------------------------------------------------

Drink, drink, drink I want a fucken beer, so I can Drink, drink, drink I want a fucken beer, so I can I wanna, drink some beer Something that I hold so dear But I can't even feel my legs I shouldn't have drunken those four kegs I wanna, fucking know Did last night did I get boned I see some pussies, getting stoned To all my drunk brothers, please drive home

Drunk men stagger, drunk men fall Drunk men swear and that's not all Quite often they will urinate outdoors Like widowed women, drunk men weep Like children curled up, drunk men sleep Like a dog, a drunk will crawl around on all fours Be he broke bum or rich rake His dinner be it bread or cake His beverage be the worse of whiskey, finest wine Puke it stinks and so it seems That drunkards go to great extremes But there has yet to be a perfectly straight line Drunks talk strong when drunks are weak It's easy for a drunk to speak Straight from the heart Yeah, drunks will fight they're not afraid To kiss the mistress and make the maid It's a manly art Oh but big toll will take Blood vessels in nose will break Bags beneath the eyes, another sign Drunks get ugly, so it seems That drunkards go to great extremes But there has yet to be a perfectly straight line Drunks are friendly when they're drunk and Drunks are hostile when they're drunk Which drunk it is, it all depends upon When drunks aren't drunk, they thirst for drink And the elephants are grey, not pink And the drink evaporates the man is gone, gone, gone, gone Back to the yachts and the subway cars To the hip-flasks and fruit jars Flat on the face and flat on the behind Oh, drunks get drunk and so it seems That drunkards go to great extremes But there has yet to be a perfectly straight line Straight line Straight line

Gragas: (Have A Drink!) HEY! Gather Close And Listen Here A Tale Of Mead For Every Ear A Storm Is Brewing On The Rift No Need To Make An Arcane Shift Happy Hours On The Rise I'm Rather Drunk That's No Surprise Raise A Flask Inside The Air With Several Pints Of Beer Demacia's A Royal Pain Noxus Loves To Just Complain The Void Is Leaking Creature Piles What The Hells The Shadow Isles In Here You All Can Get Along The Alcohol Will Right You Wrong You Know The Words So Sing Along To Gragas' Drinking Song Grab A Mug And Have A Chug Till You Pass Out Then Wake Back Up Then Take A Cask And Down It Fast And Chug Another Glass HEY! (Hey! Haha, Look At Jax With His Glass Half Empty, Imagine If He Had A Real Drink) Jax: (Here's To You, Kid) Gragas: (Oh Ahh, I Think I May Have Had A Bit Too Much... Wait... Wait...) Now Leagues A Place We All Can Fight The Taverns Just For Our Delight A Home To Waste Away The Time A Haven Free From All Your Crimes And While It's Good To Have You 'Round You'd Better Keep Your Weapons Down Or Get Tossed Out Upon Your Ass With A Big Explosive Cask Grab A Mug And Have A Chug Till You Pass Out And Wake Back Up Then Take A Cask And Down It Fast And Chug Another Glass

Why am I frightened if it's all just a game Why am I frightened if it's all just a game But the look in your eyes Oh the look in your eyes Oh the look in your eyes kept me sane Why am I childish, oh why can't I make sense If everything's certain, well I'm certainly offended But the look in your eyes Oh the look in your eyes Oh the look in your eyes kept me sane And the fault of the gods was letting you out and Building the bridge with the backs of your eyelids You never complain Never complain You never complain, and the look in your eyes kept me sane And the fault of the gods was letting you out and Building the bridge with the backs of your eyelids You never complain Never complain You never complain, and the look in your eyes kept me sane

And there's a centipede Naked in your bedroom Oh, and you swear to God The fucker's out to get you And I digress 'Cause I must make you the perfect morning I try my best To scoop the slugger out the window And there's a praying mantis Prancing on your bathtub And you swear it's a priest From a past life out to getcha And I digress 'Cause I must make you the perfect evening I try my best To put the priest inside a jam jar And there's a millipede Angry on your carpet Oh, and I must admit He's staring with a vengeance Oh, and I digress 'Cause I must make you the perfect morning And I try my best To prove that nothing's out to get you To prove that nothing's out to get you

Face me Face me entirely Tell me Tell me what's wrong here Is it the bridge of my nose Or the back of my skin? Is it the pole of my hips That you couldn't let in? Is it the bridge between worlds That makes you feel alone? Well, I wish that I had known You're alone Well, I wish that I had known Is it the bridge of my hair Or the back of my skin? Is it the way that I move That you couldn't hold in? Is it the bridge between worlds That makes you feel alone? Well, I wish that I had

The milk is sour I've barely been to college And I've been out full Of all that I have dreamed of The brink of my existence essentially is a comedy The gap in my teeth and all that I can cling to The milk is sour Sha la la Oom oom sha la la Oom sha la la Oom oom sha la la The milk is sour With olives on my thumbs And all that I have stuck to and all that I have clung to I've felt like a dog This world that I have trusted Has been over and busted and rusted by an arbitrary sonogram Sha la la Oom oom sha la la Oom sha la la Oom oom sha la la Oom sha la la Oom oom sha la la Oom sha la la Oom oom sha la la The milk is sour With olives on my thumbs And I've been out full Of all that I have dreamed of The brink of my existence essentially is a comedy The gap in my teeth and all that I can cling to The milk is sour Sha la la Oom oom sha la la Oom sha la la Oom oom sha la la Oom sha la la Oom oom sha la la Oom sha la la Oom oom sha la la If you don't go outside Well nothing's gonna happen She'll never write her number on a crumpled up napkin She'll never be your ego She'll never be a bandit She'll never get to eat you like your heart's a pomegranate I'm throwing out the milk The olives got old I'm tired of my mind getting heavy with mold I need to start a garden I need to start a garden I need to start a garden I need to start a garden! Gonna start a garden in my backyard I'm gonna start a garden in my backyard 'Cause making this song up is just as hard 'Cause making this song up is just as hard Oom sha la la Oom oom sha la la Oom sha la la Oom oom sha la la Oom sha la la Oom oom sha la la Sha la la Sha la la Sha la la Sha la