There’s something like whiskey in the air
Makes you feel down, down . . .
If you burn with longing, missing her
When your girl is somewhere else
And you’re here
It makes you feel rough, rough . . .
There’s something like whiskey in the air
It makes a man drunk, drunk.
translated by George Messo
I like it very much. Thank you for letting me know this poet.
I’m glad you like him.