YOUNG WINE

What a good new wine it is,
When it still wins in the glass.
Loses its charm as you see the bottom,
Then color and corals disappear.

When you savor wine by candlelight,
Smoke from a cigarette is in the house.
Thoughts come often at night,
Or, again, will come like a portrait.

Then the two of them drove from the hut sleep,
Wine by candlelight will savor.
Until he was taken prisoner,
We'll drink and stay up all night.