Too Drunk To Live Too Young To Die

The trees have grown green and fresher leaves
And the air is heady with smells of rain.
Although the nights are as dark as before,
The season of lush greetings has arrived
And million colors are blooming everywhere.
When even the wind of Spring falls in love
With the Nature’s hue, when clouds reign the sky
And fallen leaves of Winter are seen
As forgotten tales from yesterday
I wish to drink life to the lees and soar the heights.
And soon with so much life around I feel
Too drunk to live,
Though deep in my heart I know that I’m still
Too young to die.