Текст и перевод песни Os Paralamas Do Sucesso - Encruzilhada

Encruzilhada

'Tava deitado e o telefone tocou
Me levantei, liguei meu abajur
Quem me chamava era o meu amor
Que sussurrava numa voz febril
Ficara presa no elevador

Havíamos saído com uma turma legal
Comemos feijoada, couve e pernil
Já na saída ela passava mal
O elevador de serviço em manutenção
Ela subiu pelo social

No telefone, o meu amor chorou
Nem me contou como o porteiro abriu
Agora, veja que situação
Não sei se falo mal da safra do feijão
Ou da imperfeição da indústria do Brasil

Crossroads

I was lying down and the phone rang
I got up and turned on my bedside lamp
It was my love calling me
Whispering in a feverish voice
She was trapped in the elevator

We had gone out with a cool group
We ate feijoada, collard greens, and roast pork
On the way out, she felt sick
The service elevator was under maintenance
She went up the social elevator

On the phone, my love cried
She didn't even tell me how the doorman opened it
Now, look at this situation
I don't know if I should complain about the bean crop
Or about the imperfect manufacturing industry in Brazil