"BRINNESO I toast to the health/ of my beloved who has married!/ My little friends, who went there/ say she looked like a doll.../ And then we make a toast/ to the by us departed beloved woman./ Wine little wine,/ if for the woman the male is a toy,/ I have been the harlequin and the puppet.../ But I laugh and dance,/ and I don't care about my beauty,/ for I'm calloused to these foolishnesses!.../ With raised goblet/ I count all the tears cried/ for you, sweet and unworthy beloved object,/ that you've taken youth and health.../ Drink, friends: this is wine from Procida.../ another glass, and we're gone.../ Sincere wine,/ I told my heart, my poor heart:/ Cry for yourself, for now I'm merry...
Because, at this hour,/ while you play Othello, and despair,/ perhaps the lady... is already... a wife.../ Now that I'm confused/ don't leave me alone in the street.../ I made you have fun... I spent.../ now take me to my mother's house./ And to my old mother, you must tell her:/ "This goat is your son." – And so be it!.../ Pure little wine,/ while the spouses are heart to heart,/ what a joke to show up in the dark!.../ To the "lady"/ I would say: Don't be afraid.../ "I am a dead man who still walks"./ I too, in conclusion, want to toast to friends so that they may seize this fleeting moment/ and enjoy life and its pleasures, first of all red wine aplenty/ kisses from beautiful women."
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