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Poeta

Un poeta vaga solo en el azul del cielo
Y las hojas secas
Lucha contra el sueño que le hace perder los sueños
Y vuelve a llenar la greca

Y va solo
Buscando magia
Pero, todo
Lo impregna de nostalgia

Un poeta vaga solo en el azul del cielo
Y las hojas secas
Lucha contra el sueño que le hace perder los sueños
Y vuelve a llenar la greca

Y va solo
Buscando magia
Pero, todo
Lo impregna de nostalgia

Él tiene el alma de fuego y los labios calcinados
La esperanza intacta, pero el ánimo cansado
Sus ojos inquietos se pierden en todo' lado'
Tiene fuerza y pericia, pero nunca fue soldado

Cada vez que llora la soledad lo acaricia
Aunque lo vuelve loco la humedad en sus dedos
Sus ojos, opacos cristales de la malicia
Aprendió a perderlo todo, por eso no siente miedo

Es otro verso, otro verso
Otro verso, él insiste
Es otro verso, otro verso
Otro verso triste

Es otro verso, otro verso
Otro verso, él insiste
Y hace otro verso, otro verso
Otro verso triste

Es un ermitaño que lo miran extraño
Una oveja blanca, pero sin rebaño
Que muerde pastos débiles, cansado del engaño
Se inventa una burbujita donde nadie le hace daño

Su cuerpo escuálido, corazón pálido
Aliento cálido, llorar no es válido
Para un poeta que nada entre la nada
Y deambula en sus delirios con la conciencia manchada

Y es una calavera con un organismo
Aunque sabe que no ha estado bien, no pierde el optimismo
No entabla una relación, él sufre de escepticismo
Él se valora, aunque siente asco de sí mismo

Él es un lobo triste que a la luna no traiciona
No cree en el perdón y, por eso, no perdona
Una idea y un papel y de inmediato se obsesiona
Esta canción es para mí, hablada en tercera persona

Un poeta vaga solo en el azul del cielo
Y las hojas secas
Lucha contra el sueño que le hace perder los sueños
Y vuelve a llenar la greca

Y va solo
Buscando magia
Pero, todo
Lo impregna de nostalgia

Un poeta vaga solo en el azul del cielo
Y las hojas secas
Lucha contra el sueño que le hace perder los sueños
Y vuelve a llenar la greca

Y va solo
Buscando magia
Pero, todo
Lo impregna de nostalgia

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Poet

A poet wanders alone in the blue sky
And the dry leaves
He fights against the sleep that makes him lose his dreams
And fills the coffee pot again

And he goes alone
Looking for magic
But, everything
Is impregnated with nostalgia

A poet wanders alone in the blue sky
And the dry leaves
He fights against the sleep that makes him lose his dreams
And fills the coffee pot again

And he goes alone
Looking for magic
But, everything
Is impregnated with nostalgia

He has a soul of fire and calcined lips
His hope is intact, but his spirit is tired
His restless eyes are lost everywhere
He has strength and expertise, but he was never a soldier

Every time he cries, loneliness caresses him
Although the dampness on his fingers drives him crazy
His eyes, opaque crystals of malice
He learned to lose everything, that's why he's not 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's a hermit that people look at strangely
A white sheep, but without a flock
That bites weak pastures, tired of deceit
He invents a little bubble where no one can hurt him

His skinny body, pale heart
Warm breath, crying is not valid
For a poet who swims in nothingness
And wanders in his delirium with a stained conscience

And he is a skull with an organism
Although he knows he has not been well, he does not lose optimism
He doesn't start a relationship, he suffers from skepticism
He values himself, although he feels disgusted with himself

He is a sad wolf that does not betray the moon
He doesn't believe in forgiveness and therefore doesn't forgive
An idea and a piece of paper and he immediately becomes obsessed
This song is for me, spoken in the third person

A poet wanders alone in the blue sky
And the dry leaves
He fights against the sleep that makes him lose his dreams
And fills the coffee pot again

And he goes alone
Looking for magic
But, everything
Is impregnated with nostalgia

A poet wanders alone in the blue sky
And the dry leaves
He fights against the sleep that makes him lose his dreams
And fills the coffee pot again

And he goes alone
Looking for magic
But, everything
Is impregnated with nostalgia

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