Only the longing of playing with rum.________________ I play cards, drink wine, I live with people-and I do not frown. After all know: heart of would still Favorite flies in the storm. Fly, my little ship, fly, Lurching and not looking for salvation. He is not on that path, Where takes inspiration. We can't go back, Although in the bad weather of our night, Perhaps from the shore looking Some are led by the eyes. And there is no — evils not many in is! We are forgotten — and that is not bad. After all we both perish and sing Not for a girlish sigh.