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The drunkard Rabelais has fog in the shower
He thinks of God, and Panurg of a knife.
Goddess Fate is laughing in the reeds
One is waiting for the hospital, and the other is the prison.

And then ... And then - winter
For those who write poetry and those who are crazy
And those who crave, like a mummy, into a crypt.
Unfortunately, there is no way out of this life.

Only our children love us, and they will forgive us,
How we forgave the Danish prince by foiling him poison
But he rose from the dead and is still among us
Lustful of his mind and sharp his eyes

And what's next ... And then - the fog,
We will swim like fish to the magic of distant lands,
Changing dawn to night, and again night to dawn.
Unfortunately, there is no way out of this life.

And the drunkard Rabelais is tormented by fear
He spends money on women, he is up to his debt.
Termites fly over the sea, and the succubi do not sleep.
The grave is looking through us, her eyes are unbearable.

... And then what? And then winter
For those who write poetry and those who are crazy
And those who crave, like a mummy, into a crypt.
Unfortunately, there is no way out of this life.