Drunk I was walking down the street,
dark and without anyone.
Very stiff and very handsome,
I walked down the street.

In the shadows I saw
I saw a vile horned man
with a sharp fork
calling out to me unhurriedly.

"Come, you insolent drunkard,
I'll take you to the stinking hole."

"Oh, you little devil, spare my life."

"Don't bother me about forgiveness,
you're already bragging about how cool you are."

"To you I kneel, my lord,
but don't take me to the worst."

As I knelt down.
I felt a rake,
I screamed and screamed,
"Ow, demon, ow demon,
leave me for God's sake."

"Don't mention that beggar to me,
for that alone you deserve my punishment.”

I threw myself on the floor and crying
I begged and cried,
back and forth
seeking comfort.

"Don't take me devil,
don't take me, devil.
Have pity on this drunk,
he's just an asshole."

Then a voice
reassured me.
"Don't be frightened, sir.
It's only your terror,
there's no devil here,
I'm just a farmer who lives there."

I opened my eyes and ran out
as the drunkenness wore off,
The farmer behind was left laughing,
a sinister laugh was appearing.

"Muajaja..."