Samba per Vinicius

My poet, my wandering poet
You're a bad example
For people like us
To act like you can discover
That living isn't
Searching for reasons
But using your mouth, eyes, and heart
My poet, poet for love
For joy, for pain
For ancient freedom
Who knows
When I'll resemble you
But all I know
Is that it will happen
Vinicius, thank you, saravá

Poet, my buddy poet
Poet of the heavy,
Of the party and forgiveness
Forgive this improvised song
In your inspiration
With all my heart,
From the girl and the guitar, from the bottom,
Poet, little wandering poet
If only everyone were like you
That life doesn't like to wait
Life is for real,
Life is to take,
Vinicius, old man, saravá

Poet, little wandering poet
Turned, world traveler,
Turns and moves, pays and sees
That life doesn't like to wait
Life is for real
Life is to take
Vinicius, old man, saravá