I drink to forget my years of misfortune
And this common life
With you but so alone
I drink to give myself the illusion that I exist
Since too йegoп ste
To show off
And I raise a glass to our bankrupt hearts
Our destroyed illusions
To my flight forward
And I toast а the hell which imposes itself in my liver
In a bouquet of cirrhosis
That I water by drinking
I drink from day to day а your faults, а my faults
At the time that side by side
We must live again
I drink our ambiguous, diabolical loves
Often tragi-comic
Our deathly silences
To our failed, petty and pitiful unions
To your insatiable body
Rolling from bed to bed
To this oath, lend your hand to the gospel
To your barren belly
Which never bore fruit
I drink to escape my insipid life
I drink to the point of suicide
Disgust torpor
I drink to intoxicate myself and vomit my principles
Liberating from my guts
What is in my heart
To abortive happiness, а me, а my complexes
To you, all fire, all sex
To your many lovers
To my blistered skin, streaked with rosacea
And а the menopause
Who lies in wait for you at the turn
I drink to the blessed laws of married life
Who for fear of scandal
Push one to pretend
I drink until the bind to summary embraces
To the exemplary whores
To the cold couplings
To the best of life which leaves us in pieces
To this cellulite
Don't your body falls apart
To the duty accomplished like two automatons
To the prostate problems
Which I would have sooner or later
I drink until I die and little by little I die
As my dreams were shattered
When love betrayed me
I drink to damn my liver like a sponge
For the evil that gnaws at me
Is the evil of forgetting
I get drunk above all to better drown my sorrow
And ward off hatred
Of which we are the prey
And the wood like a hole which is in every way similar
To the one that the devil
Makes you dig for me
I drink my God, I drink
A little out of habit
A lot of solitude
And to forget you
And to annoy you
I drink, I drink