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Lyrics: Pizzicato Five. Fiorella With The Umbrella.

(trovaiolli)

Translator: andrei cunha

This recording
Is a collection of
Unintended indiscretions
Before microphone and camera

O emerson e o seguinte
Ele ele pra fazer as coisas
Ele e muito meticuloso sabe
Ele tem que fazer tudo
Daquele jeito tão lerdo
Ele e muito lento
Mas eu sempre disse
Que ele foi rapido
Em duas coisas:
Corrida e em casar
Então ele chegou la
Ele tava todo assim
Sabe sem jeito
Sabe como um menininho
Que quer uma coisa
Mas ta ta em duvida
Ai ele chegou la
Tava conversando
Que lindo dia
Assim era noite sabe
Aquelas coisas bobas
E tava aquela
Paquera mesmo
Ai ele falou pra mim
Olha voci quer sair
Pra jantar comigo
Hoje a noite
Eu não ai eu disse não
Que assim pra sair
Com qualquer pessoa assim
Tambem não da
Ai eu disse pra ele não
Num da ai
Eu tô atrasada hoje a noite
Eu acho que vou chegar
Mais ou menos a uma hora
Duas horas da manhã
Não tem problema eu espero
Eu falei ta bom
Ele não vai esperar
Ate as duas da manhã
Ate eu exagerei
Dai eu disse
Não não sabe duma coisa
Eu acho ate que
Eu vou chegar
As tris da manhã
Não dava pra sair
Ai ele disse ta bom
Dai eu desço do avião
Não tinha ninguem
So o emerson
Com uma cara de sono...
Mas la!
Umas duas e meia da manhã
Coitado do emerson...
Ai nos fomos jantar
Uma coisa
Que me impressionou
Nunca vou esquecer
Daquele dia
e que o emerson
Não sabe estacionar
O carro
Para ele estacionar
Um carrinho
Num espaço enorme
Ele leva tris meses
E vai e volta
Ai eu disse
Como? voci acabou
De ganhar um campeonato
De formula um
E voci não sabe
Estacionar o carro
Que ridiculo!
Ai quebrou o gelo



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This recording
Is a collection of
Unintended indiscretions
Before microphone and camera

The problem with emerson is
That he has to do things his way
And he's very meticulous
He has to do everything
In his slow way
He's very slow
But I always say that
He did two things really quick
In his life:
Winning races and getting married.
So, he came up and
He looked so
You know, embarrassed
You know like a kid
Like a little kid who
Wants something but is too shy to ask
So he came and
We chatted for a while
'lovely day isn't it' sort of
(only it was night by then)
You know the sort of
Moronic things you say when
You're coming up to someone
And then he asked
'say, would you like
To go out and have dinner with me?
Tonight? '
I said no
I'm not the sort of girl
Who goes out with
Strangers
I said, I can't
I'm sorry I can't
I'm running late tonight and
I think I'm gonna get
Back home after one o'clock
Maybe after two
'that's no problem I can wait'
I said okey dokey
I reckoned he wasn't gonna wait
For me till two in the morning
I even exaggerated
I sort of you know
I kinda lied
'i think I'm gonna be back
Kinda you know
Sorta after three you know'
Nobody goes out for dinner at three!
But he was impervious
And then the moment I got off the plane
The first thing I saw
Was emerson, all by himself
He looked so sleepy!
But he was there alright
It was two thirty in the morning
Poor emerson
So we went out for dinner
Something that really
Surprised me
I'll never forget that day
Because
The fact is that emerson
Can't park
A car!
It takes him
Three months
To park a small car
Into this huge space
He goes back and forth
Then I said
What! you mean
You just won
A formula one championship
And you can't park
A car!
That's ridiculous!
And that broke the ice