Who among the gods returned to me
Togo, with whom the first campaigns
And the wars of terror I shared,
When the ghost of freedom
Brutus led us desperate?
Who am I fighting anxiety
In the tent of the bowl forgotten
And curls, ivy twined,
Syrian myrrh anoint?
Do you remember the terrible hour of battle,
When I, Queer tremulous,
He fled, dishonest dashing shield,
Creating vows and prayers?
As I feared! he fled!
But he Ermy nezapnoy cloud
I covered and raced off into the distance
And he saved from death neminuchey.
And you, darling my first,
You again found himself in battle ...
And now you have returned to Rome
In my house is dark and simple.
Sit under the shadow of my Penates.
Let's bowl. Do not be sorry
Neither of my wines, or flavors.
wreaths ready. Boy! lei.
Now is not the way of abstinence:
Like a wild Scythian I want to drink.
I'm with a friend celebrating a date,
I'm glad my mind to drown.
