As Flores e o Louco

Madman
They say he was crazy
For believing too much in others
He stopped to listen to everyone's story
Shared everything even though he had so little
When he had some spare change
He bought flowers and distributed them in the cemetery
It seemed like he was praying, but to whom he prayed was a mystery

Madman
He did good and wasn't quite right, not at all
Talked to anyone
Believed that wealth wasn't in the pocket
Those who passed by laughed
That dude was out of his mind
Had the habit of talking about a world that didn't exist
That only he could see
And his flaw was thinking the world could be fixed
Foolish utopia

One day, leaving the flower shop, a man questioned his madness
Why spend money on flowers that will die
On people you don't even know on the other side of the grave?
And he replied
Don't you see that your money is like this flower
A piece of a dead tree that you still believe has value
Flowers are to remind us that we are passengers
Flowers are our ultimate gift
To show us that even after death, life still leaves its scent
And under the coffin
The flowers accompany you, the money doesn't
And if I leave flowers, it's not just to praise those who have passed
But to warn those who will remain

Brother, madman, madman
The city gathered and decided to set fire
To all the flowers he planted and soon
They accused him of demagogue
They lynched him with punches
And on the cemetery ground, agonizing and almost dead, instead of petals
They threw stones at his body and everywhere you could hear this plea

Madman, just another madman
Liar
Dreamer
Whatever
He's just another crazy madman

And after he disappeared
The city lost its colors
There were no flowers, only the smell of decay
Flowers are to say we love someone
If love is gone, the flower is too
And love is a flower in extinction
In the gardens of ambition
What sprouts is just a hundred-dollar bill
The madmen no longer see each other
For in a land of saints, the madmen are the ones who see the most

When I remember this madman, I think the poet is a madman too
Wanting to make another flower bloom in someone's dead heart
And that's all a madman has
Today when I pass by the cemetery
I see the dead wanting to tell me
Will you only realize when you die
That that madman was serious

Maybe this was a dream that never happened
Maybe it's my delirium
Maybe it's lily
Maybe it's roses
Maybe it's laughter
In the end of the story, who went crazy
And who will say that this dream died
Sometimes I think the flowers are hope
And that I have a bit of that madman
But I also killed him

Madman, just another madman
Liar
Dreamer
Whatever
He's just another crazy madman