You must always be drunk
You must always be drunk
Everything is there, it's the nest that's the 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 is there to get drunk on?
Of poetry or of 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
You wake up, the intoxication already diminished or gone.
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 drive, to all those who sing
To all those who are speaking, 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 without ceasing
Wine, poetry, or virtue, as you wish.