my friend, won't you look outside--seems like it's gotten too dark
only sky's scarlet thread still burns, as if lit by someone--
and it seems all our spirits are gone
all day, life was mixing with wine; and now, it's hangover time
we'll be gone, but the goblet's abyss will in other souls burn
rum is finished, but the wall's not been torn
so be it, we'll all go with no trace--
but your star still will shine in its place
for in wine was the bitter triumph, that's worth no more than a crutch
and all this struggle for beauty raised up the dust
well then, this world was just a silly game, and ours was a bad role to play
but the brink of sobriety and intoxication had revealed life's essence to me--
and of that, speaks my drunk day's memory
Drunk day s memory
© Copyright: Лорд Брайтон, 2015
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