It is not art

It is not art but heart which wins the wide world over
It is not art
Too much pose
The critics may bow to art
It gives us pleasure

Unless your heart plays us through the music and skillfully rounding a measure
You don't look too good
It is not art
Blaming it on you
Don't make dreams your master
Where is the impulse?
Think and not make thoughts your aim
Just the same
Too much pose

But the heart which beats under the rhythm
All men count with you

And therefore I say again
Though I am art's own true lover that
It is not art but heart (yours!) which wins the wide world over
Hold on

Impulse
Joy
Pleasure
Feeling
Song
Almost pain
Heaven

Heart
It is not
You'll be a man
Too much

And, therefore, I say again
That it is not art but heart
Which wins the wide world over.



Credits
Writer(s): Fermín Sanz
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