Che Gelida Manina

What a cold little hand
If you let it warm up
What's the use of searching?
In the dark, you won't find it
But luckily
It's a moonlit night
And here we have the moon
Close by
Wait, miss
I'll tell you in a few words
Who I am, and what I do
How I live. Do you want to know?
Who am I? I'm a poet
What do I do? I write
And how do I live? I live
In my happy poverty
I squander like a lord
Rhymes and love songs
For dreams and for chimeras
And for castles in the air
My soul is a millionaire
Sometimes from my treasure chest
Thieves steal all the jewels
Two thieves, those beautiful eyes
Just entered with you now
And my used dreams
And my beautiful dreams
Quickly vanish
But the theft doesn't sadden me
Since, since hope
Has taken up residence
Now that you know me
You speak, please! Speak. Who are you?
Please tell me