For eight days, I had ripped up my boots
On the stones of the roads. I walked into Charleroi
– Into the Green Inn: I asked for some slices
Of bread and butter, and some half-cooled ham

Happy, I stuck out my legs under the table
Green: I studied the very naives characters
Of the wallpaper. – And it was charming
When the girl with the huge breasts and lively eyes

– A kiss wouldn’t scare that one! –
Smilingly, brought me some bread and butter
And lukewarm ham, on a colored plate

Pink and white ham, scented with a clove
Of garlic, – and filled my huge beer mug, with its froth
Turned golden by a ray of late sunshine