In vain, fiery poet,
Her beautiful cup tray me
And drink the health of asking:
I do not drink, my dear neighbor!
comrade cute, but the wicked,
Your cup is not full of wine,
But intoxicating poison:
He then lure me
You in the trail again for glory.
Is not it experienced Hussar,
recruit recruit, shall submit
He jolly Bacchus gift,
While militant frenzy
Its on-site not knock down?
I myself serviceman - my home
It's time to get out on the rest.
Stay you in the ranks Parnassus;
Previous cup pour affair
And laurel Corneille or Tassa
One with a hangover reap.
