The cups of wine laid,tumbled upon the mahagony table,
The drunk men sat,talking about something,
Now they lied their heads on table,still talking,about the wars they fought..
How many matches they won,how many they lost,
As soon as they had arrived,at the tarvan,ordering the drinks,
They had started the arguments,on winner and looser..
Soon someone came,with a gentle smile,with jars of liquid heaven,brewed in hell,
And poured them the liquid, shinning gold,as if liquid gold was kept in small jars,
Or it was lava?
Soon they started drinking,still arguing about winner or looser..
As jars upon jars were served..
Finally,the tarvan felt quite,it was time for them to fall asleep..
