Mel. Non più andrai (Le nozze di Figaro), W. A. Mozart
My dear friends our grand feast will begin here, our glasses we raise with a wild cheer. :,: But tonight we won’t drink any light beer Just champagne will put us in the mood:,: All night drinks down our throats we’ll be pouring, we’ll remember good times, not the boring. :,:Through the ceiling our song will be soaring Finnish spirits are much more than good:,: When friends drink too much with one another they make new memories more than rather. :,:You can trust everyone like your brother! We won’t run out of drinks; maybe food :,: