Samba Pra Vinicius (part. Chico Buarque)

Poet, my fellow poet
Poet of the heavy, of pagode and of forgiveness
Forgive this improvised song
In your inspiration, with all my heart
Of the girl and the guitar
From the bottom

Poet, vagabond poet
Turned around, turns around, turns around, pays and sees
That life doesn't like to wait
Life is for real
Life is for living
Little vine, old man, saravá

Poet, my fellow poet
Poet of the heavy, of pagode and of forgiveness
Forgive this improvised song
In your inspiration, with all my heart
Of the girl and the guitar
From the bottom

Poet, vagabond poet (if everyone were like you)
Turned around, turns around, turns around, pays and sees
That life doesn't like to wait
Life is for real
Life is for living
Vinicius, old man, saravá

Life is for real
Life is for living
Vinicius, old man, saravá

Life is for real
Life is for living
Vinicius, old man, saravá