Locomotive breath - Jethro Tull

Ok, lo reconozco, recien reparo en que es un momento de euforia y debería ser de alcohol también. Pero no siempre la felicidad es una cosa alegre, más bien es una raya más en la espalda del tigre, que la siente aun un tanto límpida.
Gracias a la suerte, que me ha dado tanto. Y a la oportunidad de repetir que siempre es incierta, y a los eventos inexplicables, y a lo aleatorio de ser uno mismo.
Y que otras cosas pasen como pasan.
A celebrar sin moderación.
A comprar la risa eterna que da el alcohol, y su temporal felicidad. Y su euforia fría.

In the shuffling madness
Of the locomotive breath,
Runs the all-time loser,
Headlong to his death.
He feels the piston scraping --
Steam breaking on his brow --
Thank God, he stole the handle and
The train won't stop going --
No way to slow down.
He sees his children jumping off
At the stations -- one by one.
His woman and his best friend --
In bed and having fun.
He's crawling down the corridor
On his hands and knees --
Old Charlie stole the handle and
The train won't stop going --
No way to slow down.
He hears the silence howling --
Catches angels as they fall.
And the all-time winner
Has got him by the balls.
He picks up Gideon's Bible --
Open at page one --
God stole the handle and
The train won't stop going --
No way to slow down.