Lyrics of A Guerra das Rosas - Mário Laginha, Camané

A Guerra das Rosas (original)

Partiste sem dizer adeus nem nada
Fingiste que a culpa era toda minha
Disseste que eu tinha a vida estragada
E eu gritei-te da escada que fosses morrer sozinha
Voltaste e nem desculpa pediste
Perguntaste porque é que eu tinha chorado
Não respondi, mas quando vi que sorriste
Eu disse que estava triste porque tu tinhas voltado
Zangada esvaziaste o meu armário
E em nada ficou o meu disco preferido
De raiva rasguei o teu diário, virei teu saco ao contrário
Dei-te cabo do vestido
Queimaste o meu jantar favorito
Deixaste o meu champanhe azedar
E quando cozinhei o periquito para abafar o teu grito
Eu comecei a cantar
Fumavas eu nem suportava o cheiro
Teimavas em me acender um cigarro
E quando tu me ofereceste um isqueiro
Atirei-te com o cinzeiro, escondi as chaves do carro
Não queria que visses televisão em dia de jogos de Portugal
Torcias contra a nossa selecção
Se eu via um filme de acção tu mudavas de canal
Tu querias que eu fosse contigo ao bar
Só ias se eu não entrasse contigo
Sai-a pra não ter de te aturar
Tu ficavas a dançar com o meu melhor amigo
Gozavas porque eu não queria beber
Ralhavas ao veres-me de grão na asa
Eu ia a festa sem te dizer, nunca cheguei a saber
Se tu ficavas em casa
Tu deste ao porteiro roupa minha
Soubeste que lhe dera o teu roupão
Eu dei o teu anel à vizinha pela estima que lhe tinha
Ofereceste-lhe o meu cão
Foste-me lendo o teu romance de amor
Sabendo que eu não gostava da história
No dia de o mandares para o editor, fui ao teu computador
Apaguei-o da memória
Se cozinhavas eu jantava sempre fora
Juravas que eu havia de paga-las
Põe-te na rua dizias-me a toda a hora
E quando eu me fui embora
Tu ficaste-me com as malas
Depois desses anos infernais
Os dois eramos caso arrumado
Achando que também era de mais
Juramos pra nunca mais, foi cada um pra seu lado
No escuro tu insistes que eu não presto
Eu juro que falta a parte melhor
O beijo acaba com o teu protesto, amanhã conto-te o resto
Boa noite meu amor!

(translation)

You left without saying goodbye or anything
You pretended it was all my fault
You said my life was spoiled
And I cried to you from the stairs that you were going to die alone
You came back and you didn't even apologize
You asked why I had cried
I didn't answer, but when I saw you smiled
I said I was sad because you had come back
Angry you emptied my closet
And in nothing was my favorite record
In my rage I tore up your diary, I turned your bag upside down
I ruined your dress
You burned my favorite dinner
You let my champagne go sour
And when I cooked the parakeet to muffle your scream
I started singing
You smoked I couldn't even stand the smell
You insisted on lighting a cigarette for me
And when you offered me a lighter
I threw the ashtray at you, hid the car keys
I didn't want you to watch TV on Portugal's game day
Supporters against our selection
If I watched an action movie you'd change the channel
You wanted me to go with you to the bar
You would only go if I didn't come in with you
Get it out so you don't have to put up with it
You used to dance with my best friend
You enjoyed it because I didn't want to drink
You scolded you when you saw me with grain on the wing
I would go to the party without telling you, I never got to know
If you stayed at home
You gave the doorman my clothes
You knew I had given you your bathrobe
I gave your ring to the neighbor for the esteem I had for her
You offered him my dog
You were reading to me your love novel
Knowing that I didn't like the story
On the day you sent it to the editor, I went to your computer
I deleted it from the memory
If you cooked I always had dinner out
You swore I would pay them
Get out on the street you told me all the time
And when I left
You kept me with bags
After these hellish years
We were both a tidy case
Thinking it was too much
We swore never again, it was each to their own side
In the dark you insist that I suck
I swear the best part is missing
The kiss ends your protest, tomorrow I'll tell you the rest
Goodnight my love!