Paroles et traduction Ed Motta - 1978

1978

Na madrugada acordou
O fuso o enganou
Sem pensar, foi pro elevador
Nem se abalou, não virou
Pra moça do bar olhar

A capital despertou
Pro hotel então voltou
Eram dez quando telefonou
Pediu café, leu em pé
O velho jornal, local

Está sempre só
Não sente falta
Está sempre só
Da sombra não se separa
Está sempre só...

No taxi, o frio deixou
O calor do motor esquentar
O seu rosto sem cor, seco demais
De um lugar, distante pra se lembrar

Na areia gasta do mar
No cinza do olhar, relembrou
Era setenta e oito, livre afinal
Sentiu ser, seu próprio prazer mudou

Já estava só
Não se importava
Já estava só
Sua estrada fôra traçada
Já estava só

Está sempre só
Não sente falta
Está sempre só
Da sombra não se separa
Está sempre só...

Na areia gasta do mar
No cinza do olhar, relembrou
Era setenta e oito, livre afinal
Sentiu ser, seu próprio prazer

Sem ser formal
E nem sentimental
Livre afinal

1978

I awoke in the early morning
Jetlag had me fooled
Without thinking, I headed to the elevator
I didn't even bother to turn around,
To look at the girl at the bar

The city was waking up
So I returned to my hotel
It was ten o'clock when I called room service
I ordered coffee and read the newspaper while standing
The old, local paper

I'm always alone
I don't miss a thing
I'm always alone
I'm inseparable from the shadows
I'm always alone...

In the taxi, the cold air outside
Was warmed by the heat of the engine
My face was pale and dry,
A reminder of a distant place

On the worn-out sand of the beach
I remembered the grayness in your eyes
It was 1978, I was finally free
I felt that being myself was my own pleasure

I was already alone
I didn't care
I was already alone
My path had been set
I was already alone

I'm always alone
I don't miss a thing
I'm always alone
I'm inseparable from the shadows
I'm always alone...

On the worn-out sand of the beach
I remembered the grayness in your eyes
It was 1978, I was finally free
I felt that being myself was my own pleasure

Without being formal
And not even sentimental
Finally free