EURYDICE
 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 [bad word] 
 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