Desubicado [English translation]
Desubicado [English translation]
She was always passing by where I was working
by where I was working
How good she looked it doesn't matter I liked her
it doesn't matter I liked her
She was from an office across the corner
across the corner
Maybe by a spell maybe by pure whim
maybe by pure whim
everytime she was passing my love was increasing
my love was increasing
I couldn't say anything when I saw her at the station
when I saw her at the station
I knew at what time she went out and I tried everyday
and I tried everyday
but when I got there the speech betrayed me
the speech betrayed me
When I need you the most you play the dumb
you play the dumb
I finally decided to not insist more orally
to not insist more orally
I concentrated my efforts in writing some verses
in writing some verses
It was almost a poem, don't ask me the subject
don't ask me the subject
To find the moment to give her that monstrosity
to give her that monstrosity
Was a hard task like waiting for the tide
like waiting for the tide
And gathering bravery I jumped on the water with a suit
I jumped on the water with a suit
I came close to her and I said very red-faced
and I said very red-faced
"I have something to give you" and I stuttered in a part
and I stuttered in a part
Too bad that you didn't saw her absent-mind face
her absent-mind face
In an unfriendly way she asked me what was it
she asked me what was it
I gave her the poetry and told her to read it
and told her to read it
and I left in a hurry dying of shame
dying of shame
The next morning I was so impatient
I was so impatient
to know if destiny would drown me for mistake
would drown me for mistake
or if the old creole would give me all his support
would give me all his support
When I went to the station to wait for my loved one
to wait for my loved one
I saw that as it was reaching she immediately stopped
she immediately stopped
with her snow white hand a 149 bus
a 149 bus
I was sitting and seeing my fantasy dying
my fantasy dying
and I said dazed to myself, you're out of place
you're out of place
for still believing, believing in poetry
believing in poetry
- Artist:Leo Masliah
- Album:Recital Especial