A white shield on a blue field
Is his photograph
Anyone who knows him well can call him without offense
Man of little melancholy
He's a piano bar pianist
He sells to everyone everything he does
Don't hope to make him cry
Because he doesn't know how to cry
In the tips of his fingers, little jazz
Few shadows in life

Just a piano bar pianist
Who will play as long as you want to hear him, he won't disappoint you
Just a piano bar pianist
Who will play as long as you want to follow him, he won't disturb you

This strange type of girl wants company
The loud laugh and friendship at dinner
He loves himself without joy
He's a piano bar pianist
He's a variety show poet
Don't try to see him cry
Because he doesn't know how to cry
In the tips of his fingers, little jazz
Few shadows in life

Just a piano bar pianist
Who will play as long as you want to hear him, he won't disturb you
Just a piano bar pianist
Who will sing as long as you want to follow him, he won't disappoint you

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