Poeta
Nanpa Básico
Poet
A poet wanders alone in the blue of the sky and the dry leaves
Fighting against the dream that makes him
Lose the dreams and fills the coffee pot again
And goes alone seeking magic
But everything, it permeates with nostalgia
A poet wanders alone in the blue of the sky and the dry leaves
Fighting against the dream that makes him
Lose the dreams and fills the coffee pot again
And goes alone seeking magic
But everything, it permeates with nostalgia
He has a soul of fire and lips scorched
Hope intact but spirit tired
His restless eyes wander everywhere
He has strength and skill but was never a soldier
Every time loneliness makes him cry, it caresses him
Although the dampness on his fingers drives him crazy
His dull eyes, crystals of malice
He learned to lose everything, that's why he feels no fear
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 so another verse
Another verse
Another sad verse
He's a hermit that people look at strangely
A white sheep but without a flock
Biting weak grass tired of deceit
He invents a little bubble where no one harms him
His scrawny body, pale heart
Warm breath, crying is not valid
For a poet who swims in nothingness
And wanders in his delusions with a stained conscience
He's a skull with an organism
Although he knows he hasn't been right, he doesn't lose optimism
He doesn't engage in a relationship, he suffers from skepticism
He values himself even though he feels disgusted with himself
He's a sad wolf who doesn't betray the Moon
He doesn't believe in forgiveness and that's why he doesn't forgive
An idea and a paper and he immediately becomes obsessed
This song is for me spoken in the third person
A poet wanders alone in the blue of the sky and the dry leaves
Fighting against the dream that makes him
Lose the dreams and fills the coffee pot again
And goes alone seeking magic
But everything, it permeates with nostalgia
A poet wanders alone in the blue of the sky and the dry leaves
Fighting against the dream that makes him
Lose the dreams and fills the coffee pot again
And goes alone seeking magic
But everything, it permeates with nostalgia
