I drink to the brim, I grow into the night,
Where courage boils over the edge,
I sharpen the world with a glass,
Drunk, daring, like May.
The knives of my words sharpen the thrill,
Alcohol is my passion and verse,
In the ringing rhythms of the heart, the battle
And I am a hero, although I am no one's son.
My lines are drunk, like wine,
I laugh hoarsely, I challenge fate,
In every appea...
