A Special Kind Of Man
Myself I made of nothing
And my head is stuffed with hail.
But my brother was a poet,
Or at least that's what they say
Myself I made of nothing
I'm just an all saran
My brother was a poet
And a very special kind of man
He painted scenes of dragons,
Knights in armour, bold and brave.
And show me how they rescue ladies fair.
And I killed a hundred dragons.
Rescue damsels in this dress
And that really isn't bad,
For a man who wasn't there.
Oh, myself I made of nothing,
My head is stuffed with hail.
But my brother was a poet,
Or at least that's what they say.
Myself I made of nothing.
I'm just an all saran,
My brother was a poet,
And a very special kind of man.
He's done so much with his fine words
To brighten up our last.
With his poems of the working man,
There mothers and there wife's.
Had a short life and a sweet one.
Had no time to plot or bland.
My brother was a poet
And a very special kind of man.
Oh, myself I made of nothing,
My head is stuffed with hail.
But my brother was a poet,
Or at least that's what they say.
Myself I made of nothing.
I'm just an all saran,
My brother was a poet
And a very special kind of man
Oh, myself I made of nothing,
My head is stuffed with hail.
But my brother was a poet,
Or at least that's what they say.
Myself I made of nothing.
I'm just an all saran,
My brother was a poet,
And a very special kind of man.
Un Tipo de Hombre Especial
Me hice a mí mismo de la nada
Y mi cabeza está llena de granizo.
Pero mi hermano era un poeta,
O al menos eso dicen.
Me hice a mí mismo de la nada,
Soy solo un completo desastre.
Mi hermano era un poeta
Y un tipo de hombre muy especial.
Pintaba escenas de dragones,
Caballeros con armadura, valientes y audaces.
Y me mostraba cómo rescataban a damiselas justas.
Y yo maté cien dragones,
Rescaté damiselas con este vestido
Y eso realmente no está mal,
Para un hombre que no estaba allí.
Oh, me hice a mí mismo de la nada,
Mi cabeza está llena de granizo.
Pero mi hermano era un poeta,
O al menos eso dicen.
Me hice a mí mismo de la nada,
Soy solo un completo desastre,
Mi hermano era un poeta,
Y un tipo de hombre muy especial.
Ha hecho tanto con sus bellas palabras
Para alegrar nuestros días.
Con sus poemas del hombre trabajador,
Sus madres y sus esposas.
Tuvo una vida corta y dulce,
No tuvo tiempo para intrigas o planes.
Mi hermano era un poeta
Y un tipo de hombre muy especial.
Oh, me hice a mí mismo de la nada,
Mi cabeza está llena de granizo.
Pero mi hermano era un poeta,
O al menos eso dicen.
Me hice a mí mismo de la nada,
Soy solo un completo desastre,
Mi hermano era un poeta,
Y un tipo de hombre muy especial.
Oh, me hice a mí mismo de la nada,
Mi cabeza está llena de granizo.
Pero mi hermano era un poeta,
O al menos eso dicen.
Me hice a mí mismo de la nada,
Soy solo un completo desastre,
Mi hermano era un poeta,
Y un tipo de hombre muy especial.