This Sunday is the perfect moment for the #guiltypleasuremusic created by 
I went for a hiking Xmas party outside of London and at a point because of the big quantities of alcohol our group managed to extinct in a short period of time the song pop out in my mind.
The song is one of my favourite sad romanian folk music. I use to sing this song and leave it on repeat in car when I travelled around Europe. For me brings the acknowledgement on the sad reality of what is considered entertainment, to drink and forget about yourself. I can see it a lot here in UK as well, so I guess is kind of universal. When we dont know how to deal with sadness with loneliness we just take the easy path of hiding it in alcohol with the hope that we will forget and somehow will pass and we will heal. Which never happens, but that's a different story, only for the wise ones :)
Romanian Lyrics:
http://lyricstranslate.com/en/Pasarea-Colibri-Alcool-lyrics.html#ixzz50siZeyel
Alcool
E-o poveste c-o cadere
A cuiva ce-avea putere
Intr-o viata prea bogata in pozitii.
Dar cu stress-l de la slujba,
Cu-obligatii sociale
Si-o sotie cu fanatice ambitii.
S-a pus pe bautura,
S-a-ncurcat c-o taratura
Ce l-a dus spre-un trai lipsit de interdictii.
Dar tarfa banii i-a tocat
Si in mocirla l-a lasat
Un alt betiv in zdrente, ca toti prapaditii.
Vai, ce pacat!
Oh, demon alcool,
N-am amintiri, mi-e capul gol.
Cine-ar fi crezut
Ca din om ajung ne-om.
Oh, demon alcool,
N-am amintiri, mi-e capul gol.
Lipsit de control,
Sclav la demonul alcool.
N-am amintiri, mi-e capul gol.
Versuri Pasarea Colibri - Alcool
Lipsit de control,
Sclav la demonul alcool.
Inc-un vin ori gin,
El bea ce putea,
Spirt, tuica, sus paharul,
Rom, scotch, vodca din import,
Atata timp cat isi ineaca-n ele-amarul.
Dar era un om pierdut, cand nevasta si-a batut,
Tarfa a plecat si si-a gasit un altul.
Ea-l indemna mereu sa bea,
Ea spre ruina il ducea,
Dar banii cand s-au dus,
L-a si lasat prin santuri.
Vai, ce pacat!
Oh, demon alcool,
N-am amintiri, mi-e capul gol.
Cine-ar fi crezut
Ca din om ajung ne-om.
N-am amintiri, mi-e capul gol.
Lipsït de control,
Sclav la demonul alcool.
English translation, courtesy of
http://lyricstranslate.com/en/alcool-alcohol.html
http://lyricstranslate.com/en/alcool-alcohol.html#ixzz50sipCwEr
Alcohol
This is a story of a fall
Of someone who had power
In a life too rich in position,
But with the stress of the job,
With social obligations,
And a wife with fanatical ambitions,
He set to drinking
And got entangled with a hussy
Who led him to a life lacking moral limits
But the floozy squandered his money
And left him in the gutter
Another drunk in a peddlery, like all the bums.
Alas, what a pity!
Oh, demon alcohol,
I don't have memories, my head is empty
Who would have believed
That from a man I turn into this freak?
Oh, demon alcohol,
I don't have memories, my head is empty.
Lacking control,
Slave to the demon alcohol.
I don't have memories, my head is empty.
Lacking control,
Slave to the demon alcohol.
Another wine or gin
He drank what he could,
Spirits, plum brandy, bottoms up,
Rum, scotch, imported vodka,
As long as he drowns his sorrow in them.
But he was a lost man, when he beat his wife,
The floozy left and found herself another man.
She always urged him on to drink
She led him toward ruin
But when the money went away.
She left him in the ditch.
Alas, what a pity!
Oh, demon alcohol,
I don't have memories, my head is empty.
Who would have believed
That from a man I become this freak
I don't have memories, my head is empty.
Lacking control,
Slave to the demon alcohol
Non-alcoholic hugs,
Teodora