The evening is young
  The night began
  Between the bottles in a mirror, smiling at myself
  Look in my eyes and start to count the bottles on the shelf
    The evening's young
  The night began
  Barmen brings another beer
  Could ask myself, why I am here
  Between the bottles in a mirror, smiling at myself
  Look in my eyes and start to count the bottles on the shelf
    I know I could at any time get up the chair and leave the place
  I wait for me and my decision, between the bottles that's my face
    TV shows a football game
  I leave the place but all the same
  If someone asked me: "He guy you
  Where do you go, what do you do ?"
  I wouldn't know what I could say