Not far from the port...
There was a time of death...
Meeting after work...
The great cure for the heart
The yâable â¨Laited by vice
â¨Crawled to the hearthâ¨
And appeared to the debauchees
« who will finish a barrel
â¨of my last vintage,
â¨eternity will be granted to them.
â¨For the souls who fail,â¨
I have room in my carriage!â¨
â¨A poor man sipping...
Already tipsy
â¨Sâwill be frightening all the way
â¨On the bad boor
The dark bruteâ¨
Beat the other with blows...
And in fury...
Drowned him in his mud
... Seeing this, the evil one... a cheat...
And set the violent man on fire
... With a splitting smile:... For everyone else...
Now, drink....
The real competition has begun
The forester...
Wanting to be smart...
Cracked his quarter in two
â¨With a good blow of the ax
â¨It will no longer heat
â¨Than the hearth of hell
br/>No better the bourgeois... br/>â¨And made the trickster his puppet
Behind the counter
â¨The intemperate travelerâ¨
And the local innkeeper
â¨Looked at each other passionately
Energized by the disorderâ¨
They left their drinks
â¨And got confused
â¨In the sweet twilight
â¦And were carried away
Jumped from the portalâ¨
The royal entertainerâ¨
Gunted, distressed
â ¨Ignorant of the pact â¨
He grabs the barrel
Trying to finishâ¨
The days of his lifetime
â¨He lines up without distinction
br/>â¨Pints, swigs and tears
Loved by no oneâ¨
Mocked by all
â¨He drank to drownâ¨
His Tortured soul
Wanting to die forgotten
â¨He forgot to die

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