Why do they climb the mountain?
It makes them think they're doing well.
Why do they drink from the fountain?
It makes them think they're doing well.
Many goods and service,
Here at the Empress Hotel
Everybody's in a trance;
But they think they're doing well.
Why don't they cast their vote?
They're too smashed to tell,
Isn't it your right to vote?
It makes them think they're doing well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem