Has the expression of a flower
the voice of a bird,
and a soul like the moon of April
His words have warm and cold of winter,
his skin is hard like the tree that the wind whip
And he has the heart of a poet
of a big boy and man child,
able to love with delirium
able to sink into sadness
He has the heart of a poet
of tramp and beggan
and that's how I know him
and that's how I like him to be
To have the heart of a poet.
He has the arrogance of the sun,
candid look
his skin of snow becomes fire next to me
He is a friend and a loyal lover,
Waatch the starts
he walks next to me, dreaming about beautiful things
And he has the heart of a poet
of a big boy and man child,
able to love with delirium
able to sink into sadness
He has the heart of a poet
of tramp and beggan
and that's how I know him
and that's how I like him to be
To have the heart of a poet.