O Poeta Está Vivo [English translation]

Darling, go buy the newspaper

And come back to see the Sun

It still shines bright

Despite all these horrible things that have been happening...

Darling, listen to the roosters crowing

Our days have just started

It's not time to cry

We share the thought

That the poet is alive

With his windmills

Propelling

The big wheels of history

But who dares to listen

Has started to think

That will change the world

With their windmills...

If you can't be strong

Try to be at least human

When the pope and his priests come

Don't feel sorry for them...

Everyone is the same

When we're in pain

But only at midday and when we're naked

Are those who are ready to love

The poet hasn't died

He went to Hell and come back

He saw the Gardens of Eden

And told us how they did look it...

But who dares to listen

Has started to think

That will change the world

With their windmills...

The poet hasn't died

He went to Hell and come back

He saw the Gardens of Eden

And told us how they did look it...

But who dares to listen

Has started to think

That will change the world

With their windmills...

But who dares to listen

Has started to think

That will change the world

With their windmills...

• Artist:Barão Vermelho
• Album:Na Calada da Noite