From the river to the sea, from the sea to the ocean, my drink is deeper than the ocean ... and my friends, every evening of my life is drowned in the drink

People are dying in the hopes of living ... and I am living in the hope of dying

You can't fight the storm if you are scared of rain drops

Give me a drink or sadness ... because one can drink alcohol and tears also

Brains can only make blueprints ... not buildings

The footpath and the road are my dwelling ... I don't have a house to live in, so the whole world is mine

My friend the wound on the heart should not be repeated ... and flames of fire should never be bought on the lips again

The day when a laborer doesn't go to work ... that day the stove in his house doesn't burn, instead his stomach does

Where there is no friend there is no love ... where there is no love there is no friend

In today's society no one can become a millionaire by being honest

The hands that can feed me have not yet been born