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.