First of all, what a poet was What was your eyes in my eyes what was pure and honest I was first dear and painful
I was drunk and loved I was a gem What am I for you Who am I for you Goddess I was Nazi First of all, you were a butterfly I was all simply and you were in love and crazy What am I for you Now Who am I for you A free wine cup I was a bubble And you were crazy What am I now for you Who am I for you A free wine cup Bubble like the bubble
What was the poetic about our poetry What was my eyes in my eyes. You Who am I for you a broken wine cup like a bubble a broken wine cup like a bubble a broken wine cup like a bubble
