Lyrics and translation Rosa Passos - Camisa Amarela

Camisa Amarela

Encontrei o meu pedaço na avenida de camisa amarela
Cantando a "Florisbela", a "Florisbela"
Convidei-o a voltar pra casa em minha companhia
Exibiu-me um sorriso de ironia
E desapareceu no Turbilhão da Galeria"
Não estava nada bom
O meu pedaço na verdade estava bem mamado
Bem chumbado, atravessado
Foi por aí cambaleando, se acabando no cordão
Com o reco-reco na mão
Mais tarde o encontrei num café zurrapa
Do largo da Lapa
Folião de raça
Bebendo o quinto copo de cachaça
Voltou às sete horas da manhã, mas só na quarta feira
Cantando "A jardineira", "A jardineira"
Me pediu ainda zonzo um copo d'água com bicarbonato
O meu pedaço estava ruim de fato
Pois caiu na cama e não tirou nem um sapato
Roncou uma semana, despertou mal humorado
Quis brigar comigo, que perigo, mas não ligo
O meu pedaço me domina, me fascina
Ele é o tal
Por isso não levo a mal
Pegou a camisa, a camisa amarela
Botou fogo nela
Gosto dele assim
Passou a brincadeira e ele é pra mim.

Camisa Amarela

I found my love at the avenue in a yellow shirt
Singing "Florisbela", "Florisbela"
I invited him back home with me
He showed me an ironic smile
And disappeared into the whirlwind of the gallery
I wasn't feeling well
My love was actually very drunk
Very wasted, out of it
He was there staggering, going wild in the crowd
With the reco-reco in his hand
Later I found him in a lousy cafe
In Lapa Square
A true reveler
Drinking the fifth cup of cachaça
He came back at 7am, but only on wednesday
Singing "A jardineira", "A jardineira"
Still dizzy, he asked me for a glass of water with bicarbonate
My love was really bad
Because he fell on the bed and didn't even take off his shoes
He snored for a week, and woke up in a bad mood
He wanted to fight with me, how dangerous, but I don't care
My love dominates me, fascinates me
He's the one
That's why I don't take it personally
He took the shirt, the yellow shirt
He set it on fire
I like him like this
The game is over, and he's mine.