In the cool breeze, the heart does sway,
And dances in a dizzying display,
My youth, a mad, ecstatic thing,
My youth, wild joy does bring.
In the cool breeze, the heart does sway,
And dances in a dizzying display,
My youth, a mad, ecstatic thing,
My youth, wild joy does bring.
Seeing the clouds of monsoon weep,
Waves of longing in my spirit leap,
Waves of longing in my spirit leap,
Seeing the clouds of monsoon weep.
A rider comes to a dream's embrace,
Hope's love in gentle swing,
My youth, a mad, ecstatic thing,
My youth, wild joy does bring.
In the cool breeze, the heart does sway,
And dances in a dizzying display,
My youth, a mad, ecstatic thing,
My youth, wild joy does bring.
Love dwells within, a hidden grace,
Why then does home feel empty space?
Monsoon's tears and lover's face,
A jubilant, joyous, painting the place,
When the cuckoo sings its echoing plea,
My doubts and fears it sets free,
My youth, a mad, ecstatic thing,
My youth, wild joy does bring.
In the cool breeze, the heart does sway,
And dances in a dizzying display,
My youth, a mad, ecstatic thing,
My youth, wild joy does bring.
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