Carnaval de Brasil [English translation]

The muse is only one muse

or is a thousand headed snake,

the promises searchers,

temptate her with beer,

if she goes she can return,

the least thought day,

to give her consolation,

to the bad spoken poet.

They're not absent women,

they're not knives on the teeth,

they're not tuesdays of Brazil carnival,

muses are not urgent songs,

they're not pending issues,

they're not tuesdays of Brazil carnival,

(sadness has no end)

We have to draw

the text swords,

and write a song

even if there's no excuse,

and dedicate it to the first

who walks by,

to who stayed thinking,

to who doesn't want to think,

to the selective forgetfulness,

to the lost memory,

to the pieces of life

that we will never lose