The poet is alive Baby buy the newspaper and come see the sun. It continues to shine. Despite all barbarity. Baby, listen to the cock to sing the dawn of our time It's not time to cry Dawned the thinking. The poet is alive In his windmills to boost The big wheel of the history. But, who has courage to listen dawned the thinking which will change the world with its windmills If you can't be strong be at least human When the Pope and his flock arrive Don't feel sorry Everybody seems when feel pain but naked and alone by midday just who is ready to love the poet didn't die He went to hell and came back Knew the Eden's Garden And told us. I tried to translate this Brazilian song I always try to sing in English. =D I have no idea if it's possible. But like the original song don't have many rhymes, it would be easier.