They raised the slogan and the toast too
to liberate the soul of the one in captivity
of work and meaningless growth of the both
the oppressed and the oppressors, Let’s git rid
of the basic seed of humanity to earn the bread
and cheer the slow suicide of the soul to mate
the death on its chamber for the insolent sleep
Let’s get rid of the passion of living the hostile life
and not to lick the wounds inflicted upon earning
a two squares meal a day. Let’s drink the Vodka
and finish the class struggle of the men under alms
for seeking a place in heaven and beyond!
Let’s unite with the threadbare of alcohol as our messiah
and wine the rose on the wagon of the just married couple
preparing to up bring the children raised as stock.
The sum of the stock written on the cabinets of the bar
the whiskey follows suit the ice on the fire that tingles throat
Till the day is sped into forgetfulness and the muse of a
vagrant woman takes hold in the spirit of the romance
Till we are done with the finest love tunes on the radio
and the last cup of wine brings the day to open its eyelids
and the night to wade into the sea of silence.