Charles Aznavour - I drink (1995)
Rip-roaring song with hilariously brutal lyrics throughout.
For the children unborn, for their dead phantom faces,
For our sterile embraces in the tomb of your bed.
I drink, and I mourn for the harvest that failed,
For the ship that has sailed, for the hope that is dead.
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