O Poeta Está Vivo
Barão Vermelho
The Poet Is Alive
Baby, grab the paper
And come see the sun
It keeps on shining
Despite all the craziness
Baby, listen to the rooster crow
The dawn of our times
It's not time to cry
The thought has dawned
The poet is alive
With his windmills
Driving
The great wheel of history
But who has the courage to listen
The thought has dawned
That will change the world
With his windmills
If you can't be strong
At least be humane
When the pope and his flock arrive
Don't have mercy
Everyone is alike
When they feel pain
But naked and alone at noon
Only those ready for love
The poet didn't die
He went to hell and back
He visited the gardens of Eden
And told us
But who has the courage to listen
The thought has dawned
That will change the world
With his windmills
But who has the courage to listen
The thought has dawned
That will change the world
With his windmills
The poet didn't die
He went to hell and back
He visited the gardens of Eden
And told us
But who has the courage to listen
The thought has dawned
That will change the world
With his windmills
But who has the courage to listen
The thought has dawned
That will change the world
With his windmills
