Chico Buarque — Pelas Tabelas song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Pelas Tabelas" by Chico Buarque.
Lyrics
Ando com minha cabeça já pelas tabelas
Claro que ninguém se toca com a minha aflição
Quando vi todo mundo na rua de blusa amarela
Eu achei que era ela puxando o cordão
8 horas e danço de blusa amarela
Minha cabeça talvez faça as pazes assim
Quando eu vi a cidade de noite batendo as panelas
Eu pensei que era ela voltando pra mim
Minha cabeça de noite batendo panelas
Provavelmente não deixa a cidade dormir
Quando vi um bocado de gente descendo as favelas
Eu achei que era o povo que vinha pedir
A cabeça de um homem que olhava as favelas
Minha cabeça rolando no Maracanã
Quando vi a galera aplaudindo de pé as tabelas
Eu jurei que era ela que vinha chegando
Com minha cabeça ja pelas tabelas
Claro que ninguém se toca com a minha aflição
Quando vi todo mundo na rua de blusa amarela
Eu achei que era ela puxando o cordão
8 horas e danço de blusa amarela
Minha cabeça talvez faça as pazes assim
Quando eu vi a cidade de noite batendo as panelas
Eu pensei que era ela voltando pra mim
Minha cabeça de noite batendo panelas
Provavelmente não deixa a cidade dormir
Quando vi um bocado de gente descendo as favelas
Eu achei que era o povo que vinha pedir
A cabeça de um homem que olhava as favelas
Minha cabeça rolando no Maracanã
Quando vi a galera aplaudindo de pé as tabelas
Eu jurei que era ela que vinha chegando
Com minha cabeça já numa baixela
Claro que ninguém se toca com a minha aflição
Quando vi todo mundo na rua de blusa amarela
Eu achei que era ela puxando o cordão
Ando com minha cabeça já pelas tabelas (2x)
Ando com minha cabeça (2x)
Ando com minha cabeça já numa baixela
Ando com minha cabeça (2x)
Ando com minha cabeça batendo panelas
Lyrics translation
I walk with my head already through the tables
Of course no one touches my affliction
When I saw everyone on the street in a yellow blouse
I thought it was her pulling the cord
8 o'clock and yellow blouse dance
My head maybe make amends like this
When I saw the city at night beating the pots
I thought it was her coming back to me
My night head banging pots
Probably won't let the city sleep.
When I saw a lot of people coming down the slums
I thought it was the people I came to ask for
The head of a man who looked at the slums
My head rolling in Maracanã
When I saw the guys standing clapping the tables
I swore she was the one coming
With my head already by the tables
Of course no one touches my affliction
When I saw everyone on the street in a yellow blouse
I thought it was her pulling the cord
8 o'clock and yellow blouse dance
My head maybe make amends like this
When I saw the city at night beating the pots
I thought it was her coming back to me
My night head banging pots
Probably won't let the city sleep.
When I saw a lot of people coming down the slums
I thought it was the people I came to ask for
The head of a man who looked at the slums
My head rolling in Maracanã
When I saw the guys standing clapping the tables
I swore she was the one coming
With my head already in a low
Of course no one touches my affliction
When I saw everyone on the street in a yellow blouse
I thought it was her pulling the cord
I walk with my head already through the tables (2x)
I walk with my head (2x)
I walk with my head already in a low
I walk with my head (2x)
I walk with my head banging pots