LEARN LYRICS

He has the expression of a flower

The voice of a bird

And a soul like a full moon

From a month of April

His words have warmth

And winter cold

His skin is tough like the tree

That the wind lashes

And he has the heart of a poet

Of a big boy, of a man-child

Able to love with delirium

Able to sink into sadness

Because he has the heart of a poet

Of vagabond, of beggar

And that's how I've known him

And that's how I like him to be

That he has the heart of a poet

He has the arrogance of the sun

Candid gaze

His snow-like skin turns to fire

Near me

He's a friend and faithful lover

Of the stars

He walks next to me

Dreaming of beautiful things

And he has the heart of a poet

Of big boy and of man-child

Able to love with delirium

Able to sink into sadness

Because he has the heart of a poet

Of vagabond, of beggar

And that's how I've known him

And that's how I like him to be

That he has the heart of a poet

Because he has the heart of a poet

Of vagabond, of beggar

And that's how I've known him

And that's how I like him to be

That he has the heart of a poet

That he has the heart of a poet