Текст и перевод песни Andreia Dias - Camisa Amarela (Deluxe Edition)

Camisa Amarela (Deluxe Edition)

Encontrei o meu pedaço na avenida de camisa amarela
Cantando a Florisbela, oi, a Florisbela
Convidei-o a voltar pra casa em minha companhia
Exibiu-me um sorriso de ironia
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 zurrapa
Do largo da Lapa
Folião de raça
Bebendo o quinto copo de cachaça
Isso não é chalaça
Voltou às sete horas da manhã, mas só na quarta-feira
Cantando a jardineira, oi, a jardineira
Me pediu ainda tonto um copo d'água com bicarbonato
Meu pedaço estava ruim de fato
Pois caiu na 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, camisa amarela
Botou fogo nela
Gosto dele assim
Passou a brincadeira
E ele é pra mim meu Senhor do Bonfim

Yellow Shirt (Deluxe Edition)

I found my hunk on the boulevard in a yellow shirt
Singing Florisbela, oh, Florisbela
I invited him back home to my place
He grinned at me mockingly
And disappeared into the whirl of the arcade
That didn't sit right with me
The truth is my hunk was a bit tipsy
Quite wasted
Sloshed
He started stumbling about
Falling to bits
In a conga line
With a reco-reco in his hand
Later, I found him in a sleazy café
In the Largo da Lapa
A true party animal
Drinking his fifth glass of cachaça
I'm not making this up
He came back home at seven in the morning, but it was only Wednesday
Singing "The Gardener's Daughter", oh, "The Gardener's Daughter"
Still a bit dizzy, he asked me for a glass of water with bicarbonate of soda
My hunk was definitely feeling rough
Because he collapsed into bed and didn't even take off his shoes
And he snored for a week
When he finally woke up, he was in a bad mood and wanted to fight with me
How dangerous!
But I don't mind
My hunk has me under his spell
He fascinates me
He's the "one"
That's why I don't take it badly
He grabbed his shirt, his yellow shirt
And set it on fire
I like him like that
It was just a joke
And to me, he's my Lord of Bonfim