I wear leather boots and I cross the puddles, and an old suit, yes an old suit that protects me, that protects me from the wind, from that howling wind that blows, blows in my face like the fist of a big boxer, and my home is made of wood, made of wood and rocks ‘cause I’m living in the forest, it was a park when I came in, two or three months ago and I don’t remember my name, but it was short, yes it was short like a noise or like life itself, maybe I left somebody waiting. Never mind, people call me Blue Hair Man, for that’s the way I am and I run fast, I run fast ‘cause I don’t want to be seen, I just want to be seen by the girls, by the young girls so innocent to show’em something new. Maybe I was a teacher.
There’s a girl that could be loved
Since her hands are so quiet.
She’s alone in my forest
But I said: “no more hellos”.
My legs were trembling
The first time I got naked,
by I took this decision,
I said: “no more hellos”.
I laugh when people pity me with their eyes,
that’s my way to feel pleasure.
I want no more hellos. No more hellos.
What’s the thing that makes thing happen?
Who keeps the moon hanging in the sky?
Is there any great joker?
Is he the same on that threw me here?
Well, I think there’s nothing lasting
and evr’ything is relative,
yes, nature is always sweeping
with gusts of wind that make us fly.
And we’re searching by the hackle,
but shops are almost empty,
we relapse in our deep pool,
like if a tattoo marked our fate.
They’re afraid when things are weird,
nobody wants to be hungry
but ev’ryday is the worst day
when you’re waiting for the obvious decease.
The wind is soft,
The sun hits warm,
These are the good times.
Say “bye, bye, bad times”,
Today is forever.
The river, cold, has washed my face.
Oh, what a good times,
So full with minutes to live for nothing.
To loom inside the memories and schemes.
To recognize the poet and the disguise.
The wet sand smells so well,
Oh, what a good times.
Squirrels are jumping among the branches.
Now the green frog is kissing a worm
Like in a legend,
To make him become a big toad.
And when I look at them, they don’t run afraid,
They recognize me, they know the way I smell.
And many times, I used to think about the old times.
I thought “the good times”, now just “the old times”.
Yes, many nights I slept thinking about the old times,
But soon “the old times” will be “the good times”,
When pages in the calendar be a high heap,
When even wasps come to kiss me.
They stop their steps just in the right moment.
They’re wrapped by a perfect cape,
They are distant, they don’t seem real,
Among the trees I bother them.
There is a shadow occupying the right place,
Beneath the skirt, between their legs.
Ill forms dreamt by an artist against
My ill forms dreamt by a mad.
Oh, they are stars, how they shine
For me, poor man.
I love the girls; I love the young girls.
There are laws that nobody made,
That grow up from a twisted way.
I need another taking this movement has been wrong.
I didn’t plant the roses to thread them.
And there’s no poetic forest when you are not calmed,
But her love is gone and no one will change that.
Though I try to walk, to walk alone, to walk assured
I stumble and I’m humbled and I’m often lost
And this fury is directed against myself.
Happy happy lovers singing happy lovers la la la
Me hiding, me frowning in the trees la la la
Newspapers talking about “the monster of the forest”.
In nightmares I get naked and express myself.
No, I won’t say I am a product of society,
I’m a product of my internal thoughts.
In moments of relapse, I don’t know who I am.
Now I am in one of those moments of relapse.
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Through the lattice of your grey old love
Some stones have crossed over.
Your lap was roomy, sadness off
So safe in your house.
When all is rowdy and you’re not skillful
And you can’t see the slate.
You’re just a skit of yourself
And your looking glass is getting dark
As the night, dark as the night.
Oh, lofty girl, you can’t believe
That you could be so worried.
What is this thing that makes you weak?
What suddenly has changed you.
‘Cause all your gestures
Are well directed to attract the one you love.
Oh, oh so giddy, you need him to furnish
The long long long nights,
Long long long nights.
Your hands are used to his hands
Oh, when I had you you never looked at me that way,
When you had me I was just a game,
A game you got sick of and threw me to the muddy pool.
And now you’re happy
Walking by my forest
And you have painted your lips.
Hey friend, yes, I confess that I betrayed you.
I told them many things about our circle,
Words that could clean the secret of our weakness,
I dirtied the name of our jewel.
I’ve been on my knees looking at her face,
On my knees looking at their faces
And when I was hardly kicked, I took out my pride
To put me down on my knees, again.
I used to smile when I didn’t understand something,
Like deaf do so professionally.
I was a boy, a was a toy and I loved to be handled.
So good air, among them.
They made me pass through some proofs
To see if I was really a man,
They laughed internally, and though I saw them,
Who could have said they were laughing at me?
Oh, her wine came from the sky,
Sometimes I saw her in the sun.
When I was free, I felt so badly
I needed their central potential.
Although I recognize they humbled me,
I have to say there’s nothing like their lips.
Many times, I’ve dreamt with a lie,
The lie of their sincerity.
Yes, friend I have to say that I betrayed you
And I’m sorry ‘cause I didn’t shut up.
Forgive me now, you are defenseless,
And it has been my fault.
Yes, I accept that I betrayed you, I betrayed you.
I could lead the world
If they give me the sword, I’ll do it.
‘Cause I hear ev’ry sound,
always watching around, and I’ll do it.
All the wisdom is perhaps
In a place where manhood hasn’t looked at.
In a forest, under a paper, who knows where.
At night ev’rybody shuts,
at night ev’rybody’s heart says something.
And they occupy their pieces of time
In some thoughts and some dreams, at night.
If I could make these voices die,
If I could only see the sky without clouds
I’d be the leader of the world,
The leader of her heart and I could win her.
Let the midnight whisper to your ears
The words you long to hear.
Let the midnight whisper to your ears
the words you dread to hear.
I’d be the leader of the world,
With no kind of fear: the leader of the world.
Walking over the roof she threw me from,
Into her heart,
But do I hate her, do I?
It’s strange, but inside I love her.
And when I see her roaming around with her lover in her arms,
I miss her.
Let the midnight whisper to your ears
The words you’d like to hear.
Let the midnight whisper to your ears
the words you dread to hear.
All their ripples in the park
In the middle of the night, oh why here?
Maybe she’s not the girl I remember
What’s happening outside?
And when she’s laughing like a child
In the middle of the night, oh so nice.
He makes her happy just like I didn’t.
Let the midnight whisper to your ears
the words you dread to hear…
“Take that rock that you see
And throw it to the young lovers”
And if I could lead the world,
things wouldn’t be this way,
she’d be by my side and I’d make her happy.
Let the midnight whisper to your ears
the words you dread to hear…
“She’s a whore, she killed you,
now justice must be made”.
Now it’s quiet and I let the midnight whisper.
Now it’s calmed and its words have changed.
Now its voice is warm and it’s saying soft
Another words:
“Go a-walking lonely, like you used to do,
All alone. Smile ‘cause now she’s happy
And she’s the one you love”
Oh, it seems a contradiction, but I want her benefit.
“It is not my guilt; these are words you made.”