A Drinking Song

                                                             By William Butler Yeats

Wine comes in at the mouth

And love comes in at the eye;

That’s all we shall know for truth

Before we grow old and die.

I lift the glass to my mouth,

I look at you, and I sigh.

αν

Μ'έρωτα την καρδιά

αν δε μεθύσεις,

Τον ήλιο δεν φιλήσεις τρυφερά

και τη νύχτα δε σφίξεις αγκαλιά,

Τη λάμψη των άστρων αν δεν φορέσεις

κι τ'όνειρά σου σελήνη δε φεγγίσει,

Τη ζωή σπατάλησες

χωρίς ποτέ να τη 

γνωρίσεις.

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so strange

what a beautiful thing the oblivion.
we tend to forget even our
happiness
               So strange.
Just like your eyes
They speak different languages,
The one of the heart
and the other of ignorance
             So strange.
The feeling of distance
when somebody is standing right next to you
            So strange.