Lyrics and translation Camané - A guerra das rosas

A guerra das rosas

Partis-te sem dizer adeus nem nada
Fingiste a culpa era toda minha
Disseste que eu tinha a vida estragada
E eu gritei-te da escada que fosses morrer sozinha
Voltaste e nem desculpa pediste
Perguntaste porque é que eu tinha chorado
Não respondi, mas quando vi que sorriste
Eu disse que estava triste porque tu tinhas voltado

Zangada esvaziaste o meu armario
E em nada ficou meu disco preferido
De raiva rasguei o teu diario, virei teu saco ao contrário, dei-te cabo do vestido
Queimaste o meu jantar favorito
Deixaste o meu champanhe azedar
E quando cozinhei o piriquito para abafar o teu grito, eu começei a cantar...

Fumavas e eu nem suportava o cheiro
Teimavas em me acender um cigarro
E quando tu me ofereceste um isqueiro
Atirei-te com o cinzeiro, escondi as chaves do carro
Não queria que visses televisão em dia de jogos de portugal
Torcias contra a nossa seleçao, se eu via um filme de acçao tu mudavas de canal

Tu querias que eu fosse contigo ao bar
Só ias se eu nao entrasse contigo
Sai-a pra nao ter de te aturar, tu ficavas a dançar com o meu melhor amigo
Gozavas porque eu nao queria beber
Ralhavas ao ver-me de grao na asa
Eu ia a festa sem te dizer, nunca cheguei a saber, se tu ficavas em casa

Tu deste ao porteiro roupa minha
Soubeste que lhe dera o teu roupao
Eu dei o teu anel á vizinha pela estima que lhe tinha
Ofereceste-lhe o meu cão
Foste lendo o teu romançe de amor
Sabendo que eu nao gostava da historia
No dia de o mandares para o editor, fui ao teu computador
Apaguei-o da memoria.
Se cozinhasvas eu jantava sempre fora
Juravas que eu havia de paga-las
Aqui na rua dizas-me a toda a hora que quando eu me fui embora
Tu ficaste-me com as malas
Depois desses anos infernais
Os dois eramos caso arrumado
Achando que também era de mais
Juramos pra nunca mais, foi cada um pra seu lado.

No escuro tu insiste que eu nao presto
Eu juro que falta a parte melhor
O beijo acaba com o teu protesto, amanha conto-te o resto
Boa noite meu amor!

The War of the Roses

You left without saying goodbye or anything
You pretended the fault was all mine
You said I had a messed-up life
And I yelled at you from the stairs to go die alone
You came back and didn't even apologize
You asked why I had cried
I didn't answer, but when I saw you smile
I said I was sad because you had come back

Angry, you emptied my closet
And my favorite record was left in pieces
In rage, I tore up your diary, turned your bag inside out, I ruined your dress
You burned my favorite dinner
You let my champagne go sour
And when I cooked the parakeet to drown out your scream, I started to sing...

You smoked and I couldn't stand the smell
You insisted on lighting me a cigarette
And when you offered me a lighter
I threw the ashtray at you, hid the car keys
I didn't want you watching TV on Portugal game days
You cheered against our team, if I watched an action movie you changed the channel

You wanted me to go to the bar with you
You would only go if I didn't go in with you
I left so I wouldn't have to put up with you, you stayed dancing with my best friend
You made fun of me because I didn't want to drink
You nagged when you saw me tipsy
I went to the party without telling you, I never found out if you stayed home

You gave the doorman my clothes
You found out I gave him your robe
I gave your ring to the neighbor because of the affection I had for her
You gave her my dog
You were reading your romance novel
Knowing that I didn't like the story
The day you were going to send it to the editor, I went to your computer
I erased it from memory.
If you cooked I always ate out
You swore I would pay for it
Here on the street you tell me all the time that when I left
You kept my bags
After those hellish years
We were both a done deal
Thinking it was too much too
We swore never again, each one went their own way.

In the dark you insist that I'm no good
I swear the best part is missing
The kiss ends with your protest, tomorrow I'll tell you the rest
Good night my love!