Lyrics and translation Michel Teló - Repertório Bom (Ao Vivo)

Repertório Bom (Ao Vivo)

Hoje eu tava na vibe de beber sozinho
Já peguei um lugar no canto do barzinho
Pra sofrer despercebido
Pro choro passar batido
Tava até curtindo o boteco silencioso
Mal sabia eu que as nove chegava o moço
Com uma caixa de som, sanfona e cajón
Eu esperei pra ver se o repertório era bom
Aí foi só tocar o violão
Que a mesa já virou a percussão
Eu vi garrafa virar microfone
E as moda bruta arrancar lágrima de homem
Aí foi só tocar o violão
Que a mesa já virou a percussão
Eu vi garrafa virar microfone
E as moda bruta arrancar lágrima de homem
No fim do show eu nem lembrava meu nome
Tava até curtindo o boteco silencioso
Mal sabia eu que as nove chegava o moço
Com uma caixa de som, sanfona e cajón
Eu esperei pra ver se o repertório era bom
Aí foi só tocar o violão
Que a mesa já virou a percussão
Eu vi garrafa virar microfone
E as moda bruta arrancar lágrima de homem
Aí foi só tocar o violão
Que a mesa já virou a percussão
Eu vi garrafa virar microfone
E as moda bruta arrancar lágrima de homem
No fim do show eu nem lembrava meu nome
Obrigado!

Good Repertoire (Live)

Today I felt like drinking alone
I took a spot in the corner of the bar
To suffer unnoticed
For my tears to pass unnoticed
I wasn't minding the silent bar
Little did I know that at nine the guy would arrive
With his sound system, accordion and cajon
I waited to see if the repertoire was good
Then he started playing the guitar
And the table immediately became the percussion
I saw bottles turned into microphones
And the raw music brought tears to a man's eyes
Then he started playing the guitar
And the table immediately became the percussion
I saw bottles turned into microphones
And the raw music brought tears to a man's eyes
At the end of the show I couldn't even remember my name
I wasn't minding the silent bar
Little did I know that at nine the guy would arrive
With his sound system, accordion and cajon
I waited to see if the repertoire was good
Then he started playing the guitar
And the table immediately became the percussion
I saw bottles turned into microphones
And the raw music brought tears to a man's eyes
Then he started playing the guitar
And the table immediately became the percussion
I saw bottles turned into microphones
And the raw music brought tears to a man's eyes
At the end of the show I couldn't even remember my name
Cheers!