For a rise my rank, to have our cups after another, with the paramour.
Just a bull-scare, your duty it is, for you a soldier. Or, just a bull-scare, your duty it is, soldiers run away.
A manju, in his mouth and run away, a non-drunker only.
To chomp down, not to be shrewd, for beating the heat.
Dangerous it seems, the news from the public health center, I received.