Paroles et traduction Apanhador Só - Despirocar

Despirocar

Faz tempo eu tô com azia
Durmo mal, tenho alergia
Quando acordo, nem bom dia
E a ducha fria ainda me dói
Em atraso permanente
Escolho a roupa, escovo os dentes
Abro a porta da frente e a luz do dia me
corrói
Então eu me pergunto, quando sobra algum
segundo
Em que eu reflito sobre o mundo, se
funciona e coisa e tal
Concluo que tá preta a situação, pra lá de
azeda
O leite que ainda sai da teta nem sequer é
integral
Desesperado eu penso em gargalhar
Mas decido respeitar a minha dor
Talvez seja melhor despirocar
De vez, talvez, de vez
Talvez, de vez
No bus eu subo afoito, engolindo algum
biscoito
Acotovelo logo uns oito, eu tô cansado e vô
sentar
Depois do chacoalhaço, tô no trampo e um
palhaço
Mesmo me vendo um bagaço, já começa a me
ordenhar
Digito, atendo o fone, meio dia eu sinto
fome
Me levanto sem meu nome e vou pra fila do
buffet
Depois de dois cigarros, acomodo o meu
pigarro
Me reponho de bom grado e termino o afazer
Desesperado eu penso em gargalhar
Mas decido respeitar a minha dor
Talvez seja melhor despirocar
De vez, talvez, de vez
Talvez, de vez
Talvez seja melhor despirocar
De vez, talvez seja melhor
Despirocar de vez
Talvez, talvez
Cansado eu chego em casa, o willian bonner
me afaga
Me contando alguma fábula de algo que
ocorreu
Requento qualquer rango, cambaleio até o
meu canto
Ainda nem fechei o tampo e o meu corpo
adormeceu
Desesperado eu penso em gargalhar
Mas decido respeitar a minha dor
Talvez seja melhor despirocar
De vez, talvez, de vez
De vez, talvez

To Get Out of Control

I've been with heartburn for a long time
I sleep poorly and I have allergies
When I wake up, I don't say good morning
And a cold shower still hurts me
I'm permanently late
I choose clothes, brush my teeth
I open the front door and the daylight
corrodes me
So when I have some
spare time
To think about the world, if
it works or not, and stuff
I conclude that the situation is bad, beyond
sour
Milk coming from a teat isn't even
whole
Desperate, I think of laughing out loud
But I decide to respect my pain
Maybe it's better to get out of control
For good, maybe, for good
Maybe, for good
On the bus I rush up, swallowing
a cookie
I elbow about eight people, I'm tired and I'll
sit down
After the shaking, I'm at work and a
clown
Despite seeing that I'm a wreck, starts to
milk me
I type, answer the phone, at noon I feel
hungry
I get up without my name and go to the line
of the cafeteria
After two cigarettes, I organize my
hoarseness
I calmly catch up and finish doing what I have to do
Desperate, I think of laughing out loud
But I decide to respect my pain
Maybe it's better to get out of control
For good, maybe, for good
Maybe, for good
Maybe it's better to get out of control
For good, maybe, it's better
To get out of control for good
Maybe, maybe
I get home tired, and William Bonner
caresses me
Telling me some fable about something that
happened
I recount some food, stagger to my
corner
I haven't even closed the lid and my body
fell asleep
Desperate, I think of laughing out loud
But I decide to respect my pain
Maybe it's better to get out of control
For good, maybe, for good
For good, maybe