Paroles et traduction Olívia Byington - 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 num cordão
Com um reco-reco na mão
Mais tarde o encontrei num café do rapa
Do Largo da Lapa
Folião de raça
Bebendo o quinto copo de cachaça
Voltou as sete horas da manhã
Mas só na quarta-feira
Cantando a Jardineira
Ô, a Jardineira
Me pediu ainda zonzo um copo d'água com bicarbonato
Meu pedaço estava ruim de fato
Pois caiu da cama e não tirou nem o sapato
E 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 à mal
Pegou a camisa
A camisa amarela
Botou fogo nela
Gosto dele assim
Passou a brincadeira
E ele é pra mim

Yellow Shirt

I found my piece on the avenue
In a yellow shirt
Singing Florisbela
Florisbela
I invited him back home in my company
He showed me a smirk
And disappeared in the whirl of the gallery
It was not good at all
My piece in truth
Was very drunk
Very inebriated, wasted
He was staggering around
Getting wasted with a bunch
With a reco-reco in his hand
Later I found him in a café in Rapa
At Largo da Lapa
A party animal
Drinking his fifth glass of cachaça
He came back at seven in the morning
But only on Wednesday
Singing Jardineira
Oh, Jardineira
He asked me, still dizzy, for a glass of water with bicarbonate
My piece was really bad
Because he fell out of bed and didn't even take off his shoes
And he snored for a week
He woke up in a bad mood
He wanted to fight with me
How dangerous!
But I don't care
My piece dominates me
He fascinates me
He's the "one"
So I don't take it badly
He grabbed the shirt
The yellow shirt
He set it on fire
I like him like this
The joke is over
And he's all mine