Você é o mel

My poetic gift is so pathetic,
That I don't know how to talk anymore
And I prefer to keep quiet
So as not to shake me.
I don't think it's good
Show my sound,
I'll just stay at ABC.
But if the song
It's a little old,
Maybe I'll tell you what you're like.

You are
The Prado Museum,
You are
My supermarket;
It's the melody of a Strauss symphony,
It's Copacabana,
Shakespearean ode,
It's Mickey Mouse;
Paradise
Or Leaning Tower of Pisa,
Mona Lisa's smile;
I'm a bank boy, a blank check, a defendant,
But, my dear, if I am gall,
You are the honey.

You are
Men Mahatma Gandhi,
You are
A Napoleon Brandy;
Sunlight that goes when night falls in Spain,
It's a good shower,

Xuxa's fee,

The best champagne;
AND. a touch of Botticelli,
Hitchcock
With Grace Kelly;
I'm just a gallon of Shell multifilão,
But, my dear, if I am gall,
You are the honey.

You are
The Martini dry,
You are Fellini's Film;
It's the new sound that was born by Tom jobim,
Gal, Caetano and Gil,
Oswald, "Pau Brasil",
It is "Seraphim";
Maradona
Dribbling the defense,
The accordion
From Luiz Gonzaga;
I'm just a Romeo who forgot his role,
But, my dear, if I am gall,
You are the honey.

You are My Mata Hari,
You are
LIFE by Pignatari;
It is Noel who lives in Vila Isabel,
And a masterpiece,
It's "Macunaíma",
It's "Demoiselle";
Ezra Pound,
Bali gamelan,
It's a round
From Mohammed Ali;
I'm just a bastard from Fidel's Havana,
But, my dear, if I am gall,
You are the honey.