(Lyrics)
[Verse]
In a palace far away, behind those iron gates,
Lives a man who dreams in sunsets, through the nights he waits.
Kim Jong Il they call him, with a taste that's so high class,
A bottle of that Hennessy for breakfast in a glass.

[Verse 2]
He's pouring out the bourbon, in a golden silk robe,
Toastin' to the legacy his father serenely wove.
From Pyongyang to the valleys, whispers say he's free,
With a million spent on Hennessy, his own kind of luxury.

[Chorus]
Every night he raises, that amber-colored dream,
A river flowing warmly in the cold regime.
Hennessy's a lover, steady by his side,
In the heart of North Korea, true love can't be denied.

[Verse 3]
Secret courtyards echo with the clink of crystal clear,
As Kim delves deeper into nocturnal cheer.
His people hold the banner, but they never get to see,
The warmth that flows from cognac, his daily reverie.

[Verse 4]
While struggles mark the common, and loyalty runs deep,
He finds solace in that bottle, where old ghosts gently sleep.
A salute to grand ambitions, perhaps a kingdom won,
In every drop of Hennessy, until the night is done.

[Chorus]
Every night he raises, that amber-colored dream,
A river flowing warmly in the cold regime.
Hennessy's a lover, steady by his side,
In the heart of North Korea, true love can't be denied.

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