Maio Maduro Maio

Ripe May Ripe May
who painted you
who broke your spell
never loved you
the sun was rising in the south
and a boat was coming
from Istanbul

always after the nap
calling the flowers
it was the day of celebration
May of loves

it was the day to sing
and a boat was sailing
far away

May with my friend
if only
always in the month of wheat
we will sing
no matter the fury of the sea
let your voice not weaken
let's fight

in a long street
the king-shepherd
sells the elixir of life
that kills the pain
come see, May was born
let your voice not weaken
the crowd broke through