He is the misunderstood It is what has happened to him And even if he has suffered It is what he has chosen He rages with his writings Smoking cigarettes And someone has convinced him That he is a cursed poet From bar to bar Coffee to coffee He thinks he is being watched Nobody sees him He thinks that because he is a bohemian They are going to give him a prize But he has become abstemious And he suffers a lot Tired of being poor And from so many deceits His mother does not give him a copper To his forty years It could be you It could be me Misunderstood We are all It could be you Or those two Misunderstood We are all Or those two It could be you It could be me Misunderstood We are all It could be you Or those two Misunderstood We are all Misunderstood We are all Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah © BF-WATCH TV 2021