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Seraphim
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- 24 февруари 2005
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Drunkenness
Drunken eyes, lasting sorrows
And men drowning in wine
One glass half emptied,
And many bottles broken.
Drinking, we think that we know,
Why our life is nothing but a jest,
And we drown, pitying ourselves
Losing the sanity we might have once had.
Unsaying the words, trying to escape
Often caught by mouths and lips stiff,
That we have or think that we will
Whilst pouring the last drops inside us.
Мислам веќе ја има, ама бидејќи си седам, дремам, си реков, за оние со чашката в рака, да ги потсетам.
Drunken eyes, lasting sorrows
And men drowning in wine
One glass half emptied,
And many bottles broken.
Drinking, we think that we know,
Why our life is nothing but a jest,
And we drown, pitying ourselves
Losing the sanity we might have once had.
Unsaying the words, trying to escape
Often caught by mouths and lips stiff,
That we have or think that we will
Whilst pouring the last drops inside us.
Мислам веќе ја има, ама бидејќи си седам, дремам, си реков, за оние со чашката в рака, да ги потсетам.