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I need only wealth and glory,

Oblectation of the earth,

Heaven pleasures and no worry

In the gardens of the mirth,

I wish honor and rejoicing,

Aeon blessings and the feast

And my eerie plumage poising –

Very life is vampiest

Not afraid of pain and treason,

A despair and poverty,

Not afraid of martial season –

My life is eudaemony,

Not afraid of gods and fortune

And not worried about death,

Grieving thoughts are so importune –

I don't need them, I have wealth!

CHORUS:

I am epicure

And all the riches of the world

I am epicure

And all the pleasures of the world

I am epicure

And all the blisses of the world

I am epicure

And I have all I wanted

All I wanted

Live in harmony with own

Calm, indifferent to all Men,

The whole world is stable stone –

I'm aloof from all of them,

Ataraxia's ideal

And eternal life for me,

I want perpetuum wheel,

I want paradise to see...

I avoid the bells and whistles,

I have sane appetencies,

I am fortunate but listen!

I have my own cool plepsis –

I will bliss with divine beings

In their metacosmies, fab,

An' indulge in carnate beaming,

Always beautitude-enwrapped!

-CHORUS-

"It's funny that a person,

Who repelled the deific highs,

Imagines that a will

Can have power to deviate life,

To independently control

Absolutely the all

Aspects of his own life,

To crumble the fate walls"

Said Leibniz in his weary doctrine,

But I refute it clearly

With my joie de vivre

And o'er sorrows cavalierly

I've the victory!

Victory!!

Victory!!!

-CHORUS-