Текст песни A Special Kind Of Man

Myself I made of nothing

And my head is stuffed with hail.

But my brother was a poet,

Or at least that's what they say

Myself I made of nothing

I'm just an all saran

My brother was a poet

And a very special kind of man

He painted scenes of dragons,

Knights in armour, bold and brave.

And show me how they rescue ladies fair.

And I killed a hundred dragons.

Rescue damsels in this dress

And that really isn't bad,

For a man who wasn't there.

Oh, myself I made of nothing,

My head is stuffed with hail.

But my brother was a poet,

Or at least that's what they say.

Myself I made of nothing.

I'm just an all saran,

My brother was a poet,

And a very special kind of man.

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To brighten up our last.

With his poems of the working man,

There mothers and there wife's.

Had a short life and a sweet one.

Had no time to plot or bland.

My brother was a poet

And a very special kind of man.

Oh, myself I made of nothing,

My head is stuffed with hail.

But my brother was a poet,

Or at least that's what they say.

Myself I made of nothing.

I'm just an all saran,

My brother was a poet

And a very special kind of man

Oh, myself I made of nothing,

My head is stuffed with hail.

But my brother was a poet,

Or at least that's what they say.

Myself I made of nothing.

I'm just an all saran,

My brother was a poet,

And a very special kind of man.