DRUNKENESS

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So sayth I don’t know  that Li Tai Bo was a drunken

Nobody knows it, only we ‘re sure that he was free

Was drunkenness the price for his freedom ?

Or in the yellow wine of rice he achieved it ?

Some day, remember , I’ve drank ...

When my comrades were changed into shadows

A magic of criminals master of the state, well knows

Now cry : We’re innocents !

                     We obey orders !

I’ve drank the red sap of wine, no in search of oblivion

                     I didn’t want await so alone

                                to Death

Unfaithful... She didn’t come to appointment

I don’t know if I’d be sad or happy...

I only know  that my country (Prison-country ? Prisoner -country ?)

I was banished

Was it the price of my freedom ?

             

                                       

 

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