Don't rush me, don't push me, don't give me grief
The time I've been smoking has only been brief
30 years is a mere eye blink in the history of time
Can't I smoke just a few thousand more, is that such a crime?
Don't rush me, don't push me, I'm scared out of my tree
Can't you wait a bit longer, just one more century
What's all the fuss, what's the great hurry
Do things always have to be done in a tempestuous flurry
Can't we drag it out a bit longer, just a little bit more
I just don't understand what all this hurrying is for
Don't rush me, don't push me, you've only waited for years
But I can't move, I'm frozen, I'm frozen with fear
(Sydney, Australia - 2005)
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I would like to translate this poem
Cigarettes are worth it, if I only live 30 years as a smoker, it's better as 1,000 as a nonsmoker.