Ai as almas dos poetasNão as entende ninguém;São almas de violetasQue são poetas também.
Andam perdidas na vida,Como as estrelas no ar;Sentem o vento gemerOuvem as rosas chorar!
//:Só quem embala no peitoDores amargas e secretas É que em noites de luarPode entender os poetasE eu que arrasto amargurasQue nunca arrastou ninguémTenho alma pra sentirA dos poetas também!://
Oh the souls of the poetsno-one can ever understand,they are souls of the violetswhich are poets, themselves.
They feel lost in their liveslike the stars in the skythey feel the moaning windsand hear the roses cry.
Only the ones whose heartskeep bitter and secret pains,then in a moonlit nightcan understand their veins.
And me who is laden with sorrowthat nobody ever has borneIn my soul I can feel the sorrowof all those poets again.