Hooray, the echo will resound throughout the wide square,
When a sincere drunkard’s song emanates from my throat;
Tonight I’ll be lapping up a smoky pub’s atmosphere,
I’m bloody well going to get sloshed, buzzed and somewhere float.
My spirit gorged, I’ll bang the table with my strong fist,
Searching for a little brightness from these gloomy days-
Take no more you soft touch! Liberty! May the vile twists
Of my ricketed brats in the garret rot away.
I’ll drink-smash everything in sight but never mind,
I’ll pay myself! Can I not afford to break a glass or two?
I can, you bastards! With the rubles from my black grind
I could even have two dozen mistresses to woo.
I smash-because I feel like it! Hang it all! Freedom! I’ve power!
Run, spirit, till dawn. Out of the way. Today we rule!
And when I leave the pub with hands in the pocket of my trousers
I’ll stagger wide down the drunken street, nobody’s fool!
(Julian Tuwim)
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