A Volta do Mecenas [English translation]

Where has gone the young man from the Renaissance

Gentle father of fables, novels and poems?

Who will bear with us the weight of this penalty?

We're all waiting for the return of the Maecenas

And you say: Look, how beautiful are the roses

When I say: Wake up! Who cares?

When did we get into this state of dementia?

Every new decade increases the decay

And who takes the divine providences?

I'm not in a hurry, but I lack patience

And you say: Look, the rising dawn

Who sleeps now will miss the time to see the sunrise

Because there is still time for the new Renaissance

To bless our novels and poems

And make the ink of these new feathers smile

There will be, one day, the return of the Maecenas

Look, the rising dawn

Who sleeps now will miss the time to see the sunrise

To see the sunrise

To see the sunrise

To see the sunrise

To see the sunrise

Look, the rising dawn

Who sleeps now will miss the time