ビール詩 Beer Song

Friend, you have got me in trouble.
Well, this glass of beer, according to the doctor's advice,
I can drink it as I wish if I were to rush myself decades early to the grave.
Good friend, I appreciate the offer, but you have put me 
in a fair bit of impasse.
I see it though, this golden liquid is cool and delicious,
I cannot decide upon which to choose, now.
the advice against drinking from that snake of life,
and the urge to drink only one glass from the snake of the grave,
no matter which snake's seductive hissing I listen to,
I drink only poison from this glass.

O serpents of Caduceus! Why do you embrace my staff twice?