A descent into a deep frenzy Friday night
Where youths bury their misery in the light
Carried in the wings of the mighty Dionysus
They entertain all emotions, including lapsus
Flowing freely – birds carried by Dionysian music
Clasping each other like on a bottle of an Aphrodisiac tonic
For the hope they once had vanished like a water vapour
When the cabals beat the country to a state of stupor
Leaving the youths to run away or gradually rot in disappointment
As the old cargoes are regularly recycled without a single achievement
