The music has ended
but the drunken fool
continues to sing,
lurching violently through the night
under a crazy moon.
He is out of tune
and his words are slurred;
he breathes heavily,
his breath stinking in the night air.
His voice penetrates the darkness
under a sky studded with stars
until at last the canopy of night falls over him
and crushes out his life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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