Il faut être toujours ivre. Tout est la V

You must always be drunk

You must always be drunk

Everything is there, that's the only question.

So as not to feel the horrible burden

Time that breaks your shoulders

And you lean towards the earth

You must get drunk without respite.

But what about? Wine? Poetry?

Or virtue, as you please

But get drunk

And if sometimes

On the steps of a palace

On the green grass of a ditch

In the dreary solitude of your room

You wake up

The intoxication had already diminished or disappeared

Ask the wind, the wave, the star

To the bird, to the clock, to all who flee

To all who groan, to all who roll

To all who sing, to all who speak

Ask what time it is

And the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock

They will answer you

It's time to get drunk.

So as not to be the martyred slaves of the time

Get drunk

Get drunk constantly

Of wine, of poetry

Or virtue, as you please