Rum and Vodka in a pint glass
Through a straw, And I got so drunk that I forgot who I was
I knew my name but the torture stopped there
I got into the club and I didn't care who saw my drunken daze
Smoke then back to the floor again
Someone put a drink in my hand
Keep my numbness topped up
Was probably the best time I had in all my life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
fine toxicating night, that makes us scape from the real world in just a period of time...nice read. Thanks.