He has the expression of a flower,
the song of a bird1,
and a soul like a full moon
in the month of April.
There's warmth in his words
and the cold of the winter
his skin is tough like a tree
that's battered by the wind.
And he has the heart of a poet
of a grown child and of man still a child2
capable of loving deliriously
capable of drowning in the sadness
He has, the heart of a poet
of a vagabond and of a beggar
and that's how I met him
and that's how I like for him to be
he has the heart of a poet.
He has the sun's arrogance,
an innocent gaze,
his cold skin burns3
when it's close to me
he's a friend and a loyal lover
he looks upon the stars
he walks next to me, dreaming
of beautiful things.
And he has the heart of a poet
of a grown child and of man still a child
capable of loving deliriously
capable of drowning in the sadness
He has, the heart of a poet
of a vagabond and of a beggar
and that's how I met him
and that's how I like for him to be
he has the heart of a poet.
He has, the heart of a poet
of a vagabond and of a beggar
and that's how I met him
and that's how I like for him to be
he has the heart of a poet.
He has the heart of a poet.
1. lit. 'the voice of a bird'.2. lit. 'a big boy and a child-like man', meaning that the child is like an adult and the man is already and adult but is still a child within.3. lit. 'his skin made of snow turns to fire'.