Legião Urbana
The Four Seasons
Monte Castelo
Even if I spoke the language of men
And spoke the language of angels
Without love I would be nothing
It's just love, it's just love
That knows what is true
Love is good, it doesn't want evil
It doesn't feel jealous or become conceited
Love is a fire that burns without being seen
It is a wound that hurts and cannot be felt
It is a discontented contentment
It is a pain that goes haywire without to hurt
Even if I spoke the language of men
And I spoke the language of angels
Without love I would be nothing
it is not wanting more than wanting
It's lonely to walk among us
It's not content with contentment
It's caring that you gain from getting lost
It's being trapped by will
it is to serve those who win, the winner
it is a having with whom loyalty kills us
So contrary to oneself is the same love
I am awake and everyone sleeps everyone sleeps everyone sleeps
Now I see in part
But we will see face to face
It's only love, it's only love
That knows what it is truth
Even if I spoke the language of men
And spoke the language of angels
Without love I would be nothing