Pizzicato Five - Fiorella With The Umbrella (readymade 524 Mix) lyrics

(trovaiolli) Translator: andrei cunha This recording Is a collection of Unintended indiscretions Before microphone and camera O emerson Ele ele pra fazer as coisas Ele Ele tem que fazer tudo Daquele jeito tão lerdo Ele Mas eu sempre disse Que ele foi r Em duas coisas: Corrida e em casar Então ele chegou l Ele tava todo a**im Sabe sem jeito Sabe como um menininho Que quer uma coisa Mas t A Tava conversando Que lindo dia Assim era noite sabe Aquelas coisas bobas E tava aquela Paquera mesmo A Olha voc Pra jantar comigo Hoje Eu não a Que a**im pra sair Com qualquer pessoa a**im Tambem não d A Num d Eu tô atrasada hoje Eu acho que vou chegar Mais ou menos Duas horas da manhã Não tem problema eu espero Eu falei t Ele não vai esperar Ate At Da Não não sabe duma coisa Eu acho at Eu vou chegar As tr Não dava pra sair A Da Não tinha ningu S Com uma cara de sono... Mas l Umas duas e meia da manhã Coitado do emerson... A Uma coisa Que me impressionou Nunca vou esquecer Daquele dia Não sabe estacionar O carro Para ele estacionar Um carrinho Num espaço enorme Ele leva tr E vai e volta A Como? voc De ganhar um campeonato De f E voc Estacionar o carro Que rid A ------------------------------------ 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, embarra**ed 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