You must always be drunk
But what kind of wine, poetry, or virtue?
As you wish, 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
Reawaken the intoxication that has already diminished or disappeared
Ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird
To the clock, to all those who flee
To all those who groan, to all those who roll
To all those who sing, to all those who speak
Ask what time it is
And the wind, the wave, the star, the bird
The clock 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, poetry, or virtue
As you wish