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Big Hotel

Chico Buarque

Grande Hotel

Vens ao meu quarto de hotel
Sem te anunciares sequer
Com certeza esqueceste que és
Que és uma senhora
Vejo-te andar de tailleur
Atravessando a novela
Sentes prazer em falar
De sentimentos de outrora


Deito-me no canapé
Não sem antes abrir a janela
E ver tuas palavras ao léu
Jogas conversa fora
Sabes que estive a teus pés
Sei que serás sempre aquela
Pretendes me complicar
Mas passou a nossa hora


Não me incomodo que fumes
Podes mesmo te servir à vontade do meu frigobar
Ou levar um souvenir
Dispõe do meu telefone
Desejando, liga o interurbano pra qualquer lugar
E apaga a luz ao sair


Quando eu pensava em dormir
Tu chegas vestida de negro
Vens decidida a bulir
Com quem está posto em sossego
Entras com ares de atriz
Sabes que sou da platéia
Deves pensar que ando louco
Louco pra mudar de idéia, não?
Pensas que não sou feliz
Entras com roupa de estréia
Deves saber que ando louco
Louco pra mudar de idéia

Big Hotel

You come to my hotel room
Without even announcing yourself
Surely you forgot who you are
That you're a lady
I see you walking in a suit
Crossing the soap opera
You enjoy talking
About past feelings

I lie down on the sofa
But not before opening the window
And seeing your words scattered
You talk nonsense
You know I was at your feet
I know you'll always be that way
You try to complicate things for me
But our time has passed

I don't mind if you smoke
You can even help yourself to my minibar
Or take a souvenir
Use my phone
If you wish, make a long-distance call anywhere
And turn off the light when you leave

Just when I was about to sleep
You come dressed in black
You come determined to mess with
Someone who is at peace
You come in with the airs of an actress
You know I'm just a spectator
You must think I'm crazy
Crazy to change my mind, right?
You think I'm not happy
You come in with your debut outfit
You must know I'm crazy
Crazy to change my mind

Escrita por: Chico Buarque / Wilson Das Neves