Caballero Andante

Haven't you seen the sign?:
"Frogs not allowed".
And my brain starts to melt,
but I'm not crazy - I'm not crazy,
I'm not crazy.
And now, what are we going to play?
Dream of scent, and then... nothing;
tatters, resentment, philosophy.
Broken in your mirror your best idyll,
and already turning your back on life,
is your morning prayer:
Oh!, to be hanged, beautiful day!

I start from scratch; first, the cold and the heat.
Then I let myself go.
I start from scratch, to see if I understand life better,
then I study every sensation.
I start from scratch; first learn to fly.
Then I let myself fall.
I start from scratch, and I leave everything behind
that yesterday's clothes are no longer useful.
When there's nothing to do,
I can be, with a skinny nag and a racing greyhound.
When there's nothing to do,
I start over: I'm Don Quixote,
and the windmill - where is it?
I stop being with a skinny nag and a racing greyhound;
when there's nothing to do I can choose
I ignore everything! Still, wild boar!
Neither you, nor me, nor a barking dog,
not even the heat of the sun.

Today leaves and animals will die,
but they won't die forever.
And in their transformation tomorrow
they will give with more warmth,
to the land of their death,
the day after tomorrow, sprouts of hope.
And I haven't died!.
If I'm cold, I warm up.
If I'm scared - which I'm not -, I whisper and think,
and for tomorrow, I've already eaten
my little ration of hope.