Filosofia
Chico Buarque Lyrics


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O mundo me condena, e ninguém tem pena
Falando sempre mal do meu nome
Deixando de saber se eu vou morrer de sede
Ou se vou morrer de fome
Mas a filosofia hoje me auxilia
A viver indiferente assim
Nesta prontidão sem fim
Vou fingindo que sou rico
Pra ninguém zombar de mim
Não me incomodo que você me diga
Que a sociedade é minha inimiga
Pois cantando neste mundo
Vivo escravo do meu samba, muito embora vagabundo
Quanto a você da aristocracia
Que tem dinheiro, mas não compra alegria




Há de viver eternamente sendo escrava dessa gente
Que cultiva hipocrisia

Overall Meaning

In Chico Buarque's song Filosofia, the singer expresses the feeling of being condemned by the world and not receiving any pity from anyone. They comment on the way people talk badly about them, without knowing whether they will die of thirst or hunger. In the face of this, the singer finds comfort in philosophy, which helps them to live indifferently, always ready to pretend they are rich so that nobody will make fun of them. Despite being mocked by society, the singer states that they are a slave to their samba, even though they are a vagabond.


The song portrays the struggle of the less privileged in society who are marginalized and ridiculed. It touches on the issues of poverty, hunger, and social inequality, which create a sense of inferiority and a lack of self-worth. The singer, however, finds solace in philosophy and their passion for samba, which represents a form of resistance against the oppressors. The song's lyrics further suggest a sense of hopelessness that some may feel when facing societal obstacles, but also imply strength in the face of adversity.


Line by Line Meaning

O mundo me condena, e ninguém tem pena
I feel like the world judges me harshly without any compassion


Falando sempre mal do meu nome
People are always speaking ill of me


Deixando de saber se eu vou morrer de sede
They don't care if I die of thirst


Ou se vou morrer de fome
Or if I die of hunger


Mas a filosofia hoje me auxilia
However, philosophy helps me cope


A viver indiferente assim
And live apathetically


Nesta prontidão sem fim
In this never-ending readiness


Vou fingindo que sou rico
I pretend to be wealthy


Pra ninguém zombar de mim
So that no one will make fun of me


Não me incomodo que você me diga
I don't mind if you tell me


Que a sociedade é minha inimiga
That society is against me


Pois cantando neste mundo
But while singing in this world


Vivo escravo do meu samba, muito embora vagabundo
I live as a slave to my samba music, even if it is considered idle


Quanto a você da aristocracia
As for you in the aristocracy


Que tem dinheiro, mas não compra alegria
Who has money but can't buy happiness


Há de viver eternamente sendo escrava dessa gente
You will be forever enslaved to those who cultivate hypocrisy


Que cultiva hipocrisia
Who feeds on hypocrisy




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