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 of time
Who breaks your shoulders and bends you towards the earth
You must get drunk without respite.
But what? Wine?
Poetry or virtue, as you prefer.
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, the bird, 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
What will they tell you?
It's time to get drunk.
So as not to be slaves
Martyrs of time
Get drunk, get drunk without ceasing
Of wine, poetry, or virtue
As you wish