Jeanette

Have the expression of a flower,
The voice of a bird,
And soul as a full moon
In a month of April

Have your words heat
And winter
His skin is tough as a tree
That strikes the wind

And he has the heart of a poet
As a child big man and child,
Able to love with delirium,
Able to sink into sadness,
He's got the heart of a poet,
The vagrant and beggar
And so I knew
And so I like to me whatsoever,
Have the heart of a poet.

Has the arrogance of the sun,
Look Candida,
His skin snow becomes fire
Nearly my
It's faithful friend and lover,
See stars,
Walk along my dreaming
With beautiful things

And he has the heart of a poet
As a child big man and child,
Able to love with delirium,
Able to sink into sadness,
He's got the heart of a poet,
The vagrant and beggar
And so I knew
And so I like to me whatsoever,
Have the heart of a poet,
...
He's got the heart of a poet,
The vagrant and beggar
And so I knew
And so I like to me whatsoever,
Have the heart of a poet.

Have the heart of a poet.