Once upon a time
In a place
Across the crusty Balkans
And the dark blue Danube
There lived in a village
A charming drunk fuck
Who always had
The best time
The rest of us
Where busy working
Ploughing, picking,
Building things
While this dude
Was always travelling
Across the rivers
Of homemade liquor
Flooding his complex mind
He would always sing
To express his joys to bring
While pulling his little cart
We always asked him
When would he finish
The village windmill
Because he kept bragging
About repairing
That God forsaken
Village windmill
And he would always say
He would finish the job
The next day
One day this legend of a drunken man
Died and left us into a bleaker village
The windmill wasn’t finished
But what was finished
Was the special joy
Of seeing this guy everyday
Singing and smiling
Drinking and blinking
In alcohol sinking