We went out of our minds with the easy life, <br />Wine from morning on, hungover by evening, <br />How can I keep this idle gaiety, <br />Your blush, O drunken plague? <br /> <br />An agonizing ceremony in a handshake, <br />Nocturnal kisses on the streets, <br />While the currents of speech grow heavy, <br />And lanterns burn like torches. <br /> <br />We wait for death, like the fairytale wolf, <br />But I'm afraid that the first to die will be <br />The one with the anxious red mouth <br />And the forelock covering his eyes.<br /><br />Osip Emilevich Mandelstam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-went-out-of-our-minds-with-the-easy-life/
