Zeca Baleiro "Telegrama" lyrics

Translation to:enru

Telegrama

Eu tava tristeTristinho!Mais sem graçaQue a top-model magrelaNa passarelaEu tava sóSozinho!Mais solitárioQue um paulistanoQue um canastrãoNa hora que cai o panoTava mais bôboQue banda de rockQue um palhaçoDo circo Vostok...

Mas ontemEu recebi um TelegramaEra você de AracajuOu do AlabamaDizendo:Nêgo sinta-se felizPorque no mundoTem alguém que diz:Que muito te ama!Que tanto te ama!Que muito muito te ama,que tanto te ama!...Por isso hoje eu acordeiCom uma vontade danadaDe mandar flores ao delegadoDe bater na porta do vizinhoE desejar bom diaDe beijar o portuguêsDa padaria...

Hoje eu acordeiCom uma vontade danadaDe mandar flores ao delegadoDe bater na porta do vizinhoE desejar bom diaDe beijar o portuguêsDa padaria...

Mama! Oh Mama! Oh Mama!Quero ser seu!Quero ser seu!Quero ser seu!Quero ser seu papa!...(2x)

Eu tava tristeTristinho!Mais sem graçaQue a top-model magrelaNa passarelaEu tava sóSozinho!Mais solitárioQue um paulistanoQue um vilãoDe filme mexicanoTava mais bôboQue banda de rockE um palhaçoDo circo Vostok...

Mas ontemEu recebi um TelegramaEra você de AracajuOu do AlabamaDizendo:Nego sinta-se felizPorque no mundoTem alguém que diz:Que muito te ama!Que tanto te ama!Que muito te ama!Que tanto, tanto te ama!...

Por isso hoje eu acordeiCom uma vontade danadaDe mandar flores ao delegadoDe bater na porta do vizinhoE desejar bom diaDe beijar o portuguêsDa padaria...

Hoje eu acordeiCom uma vontade danadaDe mandar flores ao delegadoDe bater na porta do vizinhoE desejar bom diaDe beijar o portuguêsDa padaria...

Me dê a mão vamos sairPrá ver o sol!

Mama! Oh Mama! Oh Mama!Quero ser seu!Quero ser seu!Quero ser seu!Quero ser seu papa!...(2x)

Hoje eu acordeiCom uma vontade danadaDe mandar flores ao delegadoDe bater na porta do vizinhoE desejar bom diaDe beijar o portuguêsDa padaria...(2x)

Mama! Oh Mama! Oh Mama!Quero ser seu!Quero ser seu!Quero ser seu!Quero ser seu papa!...(4x)

Me dê a mão vamos sairPrá ver o sol

Telegram

I was so sadVery sadMore boringThan the skinny top-modelOn the runwayI was aloneAloneMore lonelyThan a Paulistano 1Than an actorWhen the curtain fallsI was sillierThan a rock bandThan a clownOf the Vostok circus

But yesterdayI received a telegramIt was you writing from Aracaju 2Or maybe from AlabamaSaying"Dude, be happyBecause in the worldThere are people who say:That they love you!That they love you very much!That they love you!That they love you very much!..."Because of that I woke up todayWith a great desire ofGiving the deputy flowersOf knocking on my neighbor's doorAnd wish he had a nice dayOf kissing the Portuguese manFrom the bakery...

I woke up todayWith a great desire ofGiving the deputy flowersOf knocking on my neighbor's doorAnd wish he had a nice dayOf kissing the Portuguese manFrom the bakery...

Mama! Oh Mama! Oh MamaI want to be yours!I want to be yours!I want to be yours!I want to be your papa! (2x)

I was so sadVery sadMore boringThan the skinny top-modelOn the runwayI was aloneAloneMore lonelyThan a Paulistano 1Than the villainOf a Mexican movieI was sillierThan a rock bandThan a clownOf the Vostok circus

But yesterdayI received a telegramIt was you writing from Aracaju 2Or maybe from AlabamaSaying"Dude, be happyBecause in the worldThere are people who say:That they love you!That they love you very much!That they love you!That they love you very much!..."

Because of that I woke up todayWith a great desire ofGiving the deputy flowersOf knocking on my neighbor's doorAnd wish he had a nice dayOf kissing the Portuguese manFrom the bakery...

I woke up todayWith a great desire ofGiving the deputy flowersOf knocking on my neighbor's doorAnd wish he had a nice dayOf kissing the Portuguese manFrom the bakery...

Give me your hand, let's go outLet's see the Sun

Mama! Oh Mama! Oh MamaI want to be yours!I want to be yours!I want to be yours!I want to be your papa! (2x)

I woke up todayWith a great desire ofGiving the deputy flowersOf knocking on my neighbor's doorAnd wish he had a nice dayOf kissing the Portuguese manFrom the bakery... (2x)

Mama! Oh Mama! Oh MamaI want to be yours!I want to be yours!I want to be yours!I want to be your papa! (2x)

Give me your hand, let's go outLet's see the Sun

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