Fine, fine, fine,
you give in this time, though you barely do,
but tonight, you drink a little wine, and I too,
and you are of an intemperate mood,
and I have drawn you out of your solitude,
so, tell me my friend, what is it that is bothering you,
for I can see it in your eyes,
and in your posture that something has riled you,
so, drink a little wine,
and we will find some time to relax you,
because I hate to see you sad,
and I hate to see you mad,
but whatever it is,
talk my friend,
and I will see what I can do.