A life on the fermented stuff
and married to a viper,
the verdict comes, and it is tough
you need to pay the piper.
It was not in you to abstain,
you wanted the escape.
Your mind went gradually insane,
your body lost its shape.
You had him over, your old mate,
the one with Asbestosis.
You sank into an altered state
and died from your cirrhosis.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem