Le Canto

I sing to the moon
I sing to the flowers.
I sing to the stars,
I sing to the loves.

I sing to the dreams
Oh! When I say your name...

How!

This song won't be pretty
This song won't be well done
This song won't be on the radio
This song won't make me a star.

This song won't have harmony
Nor melody nor good lyrics
Nor a chorus that breaks
But I sing it because it fills me.

Because it doesn't break hearts
Because it doesn't ask anyone to come back
And it was composed with a lot of cheek
It's composed for those who dream.

And I sing it and sing it
I keep singing it when I'm calm
When I'm drunk.

And I sing it and sing it
I keep singing it when I go to bed
When I wake up.

This song doesn't cry for anyone
This song doesn't have a poem
Maybe it won't play in your car
But I sing it because it fills me.

This song doesn't say 'I love you'
And no one will cut their veins.
This song speaks very little
And says more than it seems.

Songs won't be made from this song
This song won't be on sale.
This song won't be your August
I'm sorry Mr. Pirate!