Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pelas Tabelas, artist - Chico Buarque. Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: Portuguese
Pelas Tabelas(original) |
| 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 |
| (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 hours and dancing in yellow blouse |
| My head might make peace like this |
| When I saw the city at night banging the pots |
| I thought it was her coming back to me |
| My head at night banging pots |
| Probably doesn't let the city sleep |
| When I saw a lot of people coming down the slums |
| I thought it was the people who came to ask |
| The head of a man who looked at the slums |
| My head rolling in Maracanã |
| When I saw the crowd applauding the tables |
| I swore she was the one coming |
| With my head already on 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 hours and dancing in yellow blouse |
| My head might make peace like this |
| When I saw the city at night banging the pots |
| I thought it was her coming back to me |
| My head at night banging pots |
| Probably doesn't let the city sleep |
| When I saw a lot of people coming down the slums |
| I thought it was the people who came to ask |
| The head of a man who looked at the slums |
| My head rolling in Maracanã |
| When I saw the crowd applauding the tables |
| I swore she was the one coming |
| With my head already on a plate |
| 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 on a plate |
| I walk with my head (2x) |
| I walk with my head banging pots |