Текст и перевод песни Raissa - Terça-Feira Infeliz

Terça-Feira Infeliz

Segui o carro dele
Pra saber onde ele ia toda terça-feira
Ele dizia que ia jogar bola
Mas a verdade era que ele ia pra bagaceira

Me deu um ódio desse homem
Quando o vi o carro dele no motel entrar
Quer dizer que toda terça (eu sou corna)
E se eu não descobrisse, onde isso ia parar?

Quanta sacanagem, que homem corvade

Fiquei na frente do motel até ele acabar
E quando ele saiu eu já comecei a gritar
Quantos gols você fez nesse jogo aí safado
Diz pra mim?
Que terça-feira infeliz

Fiquei na frente do motel até ele acabar
E quando ele saiu eu já comecei a gritar
Quantos gols você fez nesse jogo aí safado
Diz pra mim?
Que terça-feira infeliz

Segui o carro dele
Pra saber onde ele ia toda terça-feira
Ele dizia que ia jogar bola
Mas a verdade era que ele ia pra bagaceira

Me deu um ódio desse homem
Quando o vi o carro dele no motel entrar
Quer dizer que toda terça (eu sou corna)
E se eu não descobrisse, onde isso ia parar?

Quanta sacanagem, que homem corvade

Fiquei na frente do motel até ele acabar
E quando ele saiu eu já comecei a gritar
Quantos gols você fez nesse jogo aí safado
Diz pra mim?
Que terça-feira infeliz

Fiquei na frente do motel até ele acabar
E quando ele saiu eu já comecei a gritar
Quantos gols você fez nesse jogo aí safado
Diz pra mim?
Que terça-feira infeliz

Que terça-feira infeliz
Que terça-feira infeliz
Que terça-feira infeliz

Unfortunate Tuesday

I followed his car
To find out where he went every Tuesday
He said he was going to play soccer
But the truth was he was going to the brothel

I was furious with that man
When I saw his car pull into the motel
You mean every Tuesday (I'm a cuckold)
And if I hadn't found out, where would this have ended?

What a scoundrel, what a crooked man

I waited in front of the motel until he was finished
And when he came out, I started yelling
How many goals did you score in that game, you bastard?
Tell me?
What an unfortunate Tuesday

I waited in front of the motel until he was finished
And when he came out, I started yelling
How many goals did you score in that game, you bastard?
Tell me?
What an unfortunate Tuesday

I followed his car
To find out where he went every Tuesday
He said he was going to play soccer
But the truth was he was going to the brothel

I was furious with that man
When I saw his car pull into the motel
You mean every Tuesday (I'm a cuckold)
And if I hadn't found out, where would this have ended?

What a scoundrel, what a crooked man

I waited in front of the motel until he was finished
And when he came out, I started yelling
How many goals did you score in that game, you bastard?
Tell me?
What an unfortunate Tuesday

I waited in front of the motel until he was finished
And when he came out, I started yelling
How many goals did you score in that game, you bastard?
Tell me?
What an unfortunate Tuesday

What an unfortunate Tuesday
What an unfortunate Tuesday
What an unfortunate Tuesday