In my house there flow rivers of beers,
In my veins there’s an ocean of wine,
My whole life could be a party of cheers –
But it’s a broken line.
In my heart there’s a drop of compassion,
In my hand there’s a straw of hope.
My whole life is but a transgression –
Hanging on a rope.
My love is somebody’s itching,
My woman is somebody’s wife.
When did I miss to start stitching –
And confused the needle and knife?
It may look like a constipation,
But I look my fortune in eyes.
I’m not a man of desperation –
Life is life. What a surprise!