Testo Che Gelida Manina (englisch)

How cold your little hand is, let me warm it for you. What's the use of looking? We won't find it in the dark. But luckily it's a moonlit night, and the moon is near us here. Wait, mademoiselle, I will tell you in two words who I am, what I od, and how I live. May I? Who am I? I am a poet. What do I do? I write. And how do I live? I live. In my carefree poverty I squander rhymes and love songs like a lord. When it comes to dreams and visions and castles in the air, I've the soul of a millionaire. From time to time two thieves steal all the jewels out of my safe, two pretty eyes. They came in with you just now, and my customary dreams my lovely dreams, melted at once into thin air! But the theft doesn't anger me, for their place has been taken by hope! Now that you know all about me, Speak, tell me who you are. Please do!