Tabernero

Tavern keeper, that you idiotize with your fiery concoctions,
keep filling my cup with your cursed poison!
Till you see me like mad rolling on the floor.
Keep filling my cup, good friend tavern keeper!

When you see me drunk,
humming an obscene tango
between blasphemies and laughter
and brawling with the drunks.
Don't throw me into the street,
my good tavern-keeper friend,
be aware that I'm getting drunk
with your damned poison!...

I want to kill the soul
that idiotizes my brain,
many get drunk with wine
and others get drunk with kisses...
As I no longer have loves
and the ones I had died,
I find pleasure in the wine
that the tavern keeper gives me.

All those who are drunkards
is not for the pleasure of being so,
only God knows the soul
that beats in every drunkard.
Can't you see my empty glass?
Pour wine, innkeeper!
for my soul is content,
with your damned poison...

Keep filling my glass,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
I'm hopeless.