The spoon falls down on the floor,
the fork falls down on the floor,
the chair like oak without bark
collapses down and stands no more.
The cat goes down – it’s got a stroke,
the cupboard’s crashed right down and broke…
You stand amidst like question mark:
Is it an earthquake, or a joke?
– Of course it’s bloody earthquake!
(original)
Look – Kate falls down on the floor,
and Ann falls down on the floor,
our ruddy Mary’s pale like ghost,
and Tania cries and begs: “No more”.
Look – Konstantin is on the ground
and Alexander could not be found.
You bravely raise another toast,
and ask yourself, all drunk and proud…
“That earthquake now or just about?”
– No, it is no bloody earthquake. Put down the bottle!
(original)
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