Carlos Lyra - Do You Know? (sabe Você?)

BEGGAR POET:

(Spoken) "The man that has no music in himself nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treason, stratagems and spoils. The motions of his spirit are dull as night, and his affections dark as Erebus. Let not ever such man be trusted. Mark the music…"

You're so much more than I can be
And also richer, I can see
But what I know you'll never guess and
Just before your powers lessen
I'm gonna show you how and why
I know much more than you, wise guy…

Do you know what love is for
You don't, I do
Do you know of troubadours?
You don't, I do
Do you walk at early morning
With your lover hand in hand
Or do you understand this talk
Do you, my friend?
Do you care if flowers bloom?
You don't, I do
Do you share your tears
With whom
Would cry for you
I have cried when I had joy
I have cried when I was blue
But as for you, my clever boy
You never did, oh, no
Not you

Did you ever think
Of what is my belief
That it's better being a beggar
Than a thief
I am sure a day will come
And I trust the gods above
That if you beg from anyone
You'll beg for love
From your own self you may steal
And still be smart
But I swear you'll never steal
A woman's heart
You have no joy of your own
Never wrote a simple song
That's why my poetry you can't steal
Ha, ha, you won't and never will.
Ha, ha, you won't and never will.
Oh, no you don't! You never will.