Cyrano by Gucci ... Tell me who's you do not recognize you! Come ahead, short nose with you, gentlemen
rouge, I no longer hate you,
will put the pen into the well
because your pride with this sword will kill you whenever I want.
Come on ahead ramshackle poets, singers
unnecessary days of wretched fools
that spans lines of force without
you money and glory, but you did not peel;
enjoy the success, enjoy it while it lasts,
that the public is trained and
not afraid and go somewhere to not pay taxes with
grin el 'ignorance of the first class.
I'm just a poor younger son of Biscay,
But I can not stand people who do not dream.
the trappings? To arrive? All 'love bites
and not from the license and I do not lose touch,
I do not forgive and I touch!
get it over with, come all along
new players, rampant political,
come yes-men, pimps and half-socks,
fierce broadcasting false
conductors who have often made an art of indifference, courage
liberal, throw down the cards so
there will always be those who will pay the costs
in this blessed, beautiful country absurd.
not give a damn if too 'I'm wrong, displeasing
is my pleasure, I love being hated, with
clever and always bullies me
toy license and since I do not lose touch and,
I do not forgive and I touch!
But when I'm alone with this nose at the foot
that at least half an 'hour is always before me
off my anger and pain
remember that to me is almost the dream of a forbidden love;
do not know how many I love, I do not know how many I've had,
fault or destiny women I've lost
and when I feel the weight of 'always be only
I stay at home and write and write I console myself, but inside I feel
that there is great love, I love
without sin, love you, but I'm sad because
Ross is beautiful, we are so different,
I can not speak to her: I will speak with the verses, the verses speak with ...
Come empty people, get it over with, you
priests who sell at all an 'other life;
if there is, as you say, God in' infinite
look in the heart, 'and you've already betrayed
materialists, with your obsession, el
that God is dead 'man is alone in this abyss, the truth
looking for land, pigs, acorns
hold on, let her wings,
dwarfs come home, get out in front,
for my rage I need huge giants.
the dogmas and prejudices do not always bite
and since the license and I do not lose touch,
I do not forgive and I touch!
I touch my nose and enemies with the sword, but
in this life now I can not find the road.
I will not resign myself to be bad,
you alone can save me, only you and I will write:
dev 'to be there, I feel, on earth or in heaven
a place where we suffer and all will be right.
Do not laugh, please, for my words,
I am only a 'shadow and you, Ross, the sun, but you
, I know, do not laugh,
sweet lady and I do not hide under your home
because now I feel I have not suffered in vain,
if you love me as I am, forever yours, forever yours, forever yours ... Cirano