When You Have Enough To Drink Poem by Liza Sud

When you have enough to drink
you don't want a lot from life
The bowl full of hop to brink
the bread, onions - and the homeland

Again happiness to you glows
Instead of a treacherous fog,
Where devil doesn't know the roads,
But the way of the saint knows,

Rivers, and woods, and meadows,
And the path of freedom is free
It paves the way to heaven -
And for that, it is impossible not to drink.




from YP