English Version:
Mr. Poetry was young and charming,
A prince within the West Village sun.
None cared for the kings or the queens who left him;
His lonely reign had just begun.
He played the piano to kill the silence,
Writing verses for a love he still held dear.
But someone noticed the "Big Loud" rhythm
The marks of injections, the shadow of fear.
Though doctors roamed the Castle Hills,
No one cared that he was ill
He simply gifted a "charming smile,"
While the world around him stood cold and still.
The Fashion of Solitude
He dressed so tenderly, fashioned in grace,
Living in the hills in a silent place.
They thought him rich, they thought him grand,
The most charming soul in all the land.
But he hugged his flowers upon his bed,
With "society’s neglect" inside his head.
He offered kindness to those he met,
Though rejection was all he’d ever get.
The Fall in the Blue Room
A mystery remained of this West Village prince,
Since the kings and queens had vanished long since
Their castle crumbled by thunder and sea,
Leaving him trapped in a dark memory.
He fell from the stairs, his legs giving way,
But nobody noticed his world turn to gray.
He screamed in the Blue Room, hidden from years,
Playing favorite songs through a veil of tears.
The Elegant Outsider
They said he wasn't a "proper prince,"
Too tiny, too slender, too elegant to sense.
He didn't fit the society's mold,
With his English ways and a heart of gold.
Under the streetlamps, in shoes that were new,
He’d dance for himself when the day was through.
Nobody knew he was royalty,
Hidden behind "Mr. Poetry."
Bahasa Version:
Tuan Puisi masih muda dan menawan,
Seorang pangeran di bawah terik matahari West Village.
Tak seorang pun peduli pada raja atau ratu yang meninggalkannya;
Kekuasaannya yang kesepian baru saja dimulai.
Ia memainkan piano untuk menghilangkan kesunyian,
Menulis bait-bait untuk cinta yang masih disayanginya.
Tetapi seseorang memperhatikan ritme "Berisik Besar"
Bekas suntikan, bayangan ketakutan.
Meskipun dokter berkeliaran di Bukit Kastil,
Tak seorang pun peduli bahwa ia sakit;
Ia hanya memberikan "senyum menawan,"
Sementara dunia di sekitarnya berdiri dingin dan diam.
Mode Kesendirian
Ia berpakaian begitu lembut, berbusana anggun,
Tinggal di perbukitan di tempat yang sunyi.
Mereka menganggapnya kaya, mereka menganggapnya agung,
Jiwa paling menawan di seluruh negeri.
Tetapi ia memeluk bunga-bunganya di tempat tidurnya,
Dengan "pengabaian masyarakat" di dalam kepalanya.
Ia menawarkan kebaikan kepada orang-orang yang ditemuinya,
Meskipun penolakan adalah satu-satunya yang akan ia dapatkan.
Jatuh di Ruang Biru
Sebuah misteri tetap menyelimuti pangeran West Village ini,
Sejak raja dan ratu telah lama menghilang—
Istana mereka runtuh diterjang guntur dan laut,
Meninggalkannya terperangkap dalam kenangan gelap.
Ia jatuh dari tangga, kakinya lemas,
Tetapi tak seorang pun memperhatikan dunianya berubah menjadi kelabu.
Ia menjerit di Ruang Biru, tersembunyi selama bertahun-tahun,
Memainkan lagu-lagu favorit di balik tirai air mata.
Orang orang yang Elegan kalangan bangsawan
Mereka bilang ia bukan "pangeran yang pantas,"
Terlalu kecil, terlalu ramping, terlalu elegan untuk dirasakan.
Ia tidak sesuai dengan cetakan masyarakat,
Dengan tingkah laku Inggrisnya dan hati emas.
Di bawah lampu jalan, dengan sepatu baru,
Ia akan menari untuk dirinya sendiri ketika hari berakhir.
Tidak ada yang tahu ia adalah bangsawan,
Tersembunyi di balik "Tuan Puisi."
