Happiness Blinds

There is neither happiness nor unhappiness in this world
So much as there is a gnarled flag being unfurled
Only a man who has felt ultimate despair
Is allowed to find reason to yank at his hair
It is necessary to have wished for death
In order to move on without longing of breath

Woman is sacred; the woman one loves is holy
Whatever one says, she cannot cure by moly
What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes
The lightning is loud, the thunder as boisterous as drums
Happiness blinds, I think more than pride
Should we be lucky if our happiness died?

I find that smuggling is the life for me
Always aboard a ship on the sea
We share the same misfortune, me and the ocean
We’re turned over sideways, struck in slow-motion
If you ever presume to interfere in my affairs
I’ll assume to drag you down to the deepest of lairs

We are kings, or pawns, a man once said
Though to me, right now, he’s as good as dead
You presume to demote me? After the deeds I have done?
Nonsense, you fool, we’re in need of a nun
People ask for advice only in order not to follow
Flickering and bickering, much like a swallow

How did I escape? With difficulty
Showing defiance in the face of dear adversity
How did I plan this moment? With pleasure
Boiling with pride along each easy measure
Never fear quarrels, but seek hazardous adventures
Don’t wallow your time with precious indenture