Poeta
Nanpa Básico
Poet
A poet wanders alone in the blue sky
And the dry leaves
He fights against the sleepiness that makes him lose his dreams
And he fills the coffee maker again
And he wanders alone
Looking for magic
But everything
Fills him with nostalgia
A poet wanders alone in the blue sky
And the dry leaves
He fights against the sleepiness that makes him lose his dreams
And he fills the coffee maker again
And he wanders alone
Looking for magic
But everything
Fills him with nostalgia
He has a soul of fire and scorched lips
He has his hope intact but his spirit tired
His restless eyes are lost everywhere
He has strength and skill but was never a soldier
Every time he cries, loneliness caresses him
Yet the moisture on his fingers drives him crazy
His opaque eyes crystals of malice
He learned to lose everything, that's why he doesn't feel afraid
It's another verse, another verse
Another verse he insists
It's another verse, another verse
Another sad verse
It's another verse, another verse
Another verse he insists
And he makes another verse, another verse
Another sad verse
He is a hermit who is looked at strangely
A white sheep, but without a flock
Who bites weak grasses tired of deception
He invents a little bubble where nobody hurts him
His emaciated body, pale heart
Warm breath, crying is not valid
For a poet who swims in nothingness
And he wanders in his delirium with a stained conscience
He is a skull with an organism
Although he knows that he has not been well, he does not lose his optimism
He doesn't enter into a relationship, he suffers from skepticism
He values himself, even though he feels disgusted with himself
He is a sad wolf who does not betray the Moon
He doesn't believe in forgiveness and that's why he doesn't forgive
An idea and a piece of paper and he immediately becomes obsessed
This song is written for me, but spoken in third person
A poet wanders alone in the blue sky
And the dry leaves
He fights against the sleepiness that makes him lose his dreams
And he fills the coffee maker again
And he wanders alone
Looking for magic
But everything
Fills him with nostalgia
A poet wanders alone in the blue sky
And the dry leaves
He fights against the sleepiness that makes him lose his dreams
And he fills the coffee maker again
And he wanders alone
Looking for magic
But everything
Fills him with nostalgia
