The last beer crushed

(verse) In a tavern dimly lit, he sat alone, Smajlík, a man with a heart of stone, With a heavy heart, he raised his glass, But fate had a cruel moment to amass. (Chorus) Oh, Smajlík, your last beer crushed, A moment of joy turned to dust, The amber liquid, now spilled and gone, Leaving you empty, feeling so alone. (Verse 2) The frothy foam, once a delight, Now scattered across the floor's respite, The shattered glass, a mirror of pain, In its fragments, the echoes remain. (Chorus) (Bridge) The laughter around, a distant sound, As memories of that last beer abound, The taste on your lips, forever missed, A bitter reminder of what's been dismissed. (Chorus) (end) [outro]