Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Companheira, artist - Simone.
Date of issue: 18.09.2008
Song language: Portuguese
A Companheira(original) |
Eu ia saindo, ela estava ali |
No portão da frente |
Ia até o bar, ela quis ir junto |
«tudo bem», eu disse |
Ela ficou super contente |
Falava bastante |
O que não faltava era assunto |
Sempre ao meu lado |
Não se afastava um segundo |
Uma companheira que ia a fundo |
Onde eu ia, ela ia |
Onde olhava, ela estava |
Quando eu ria, ela ria |
Não falhava |
Noa dia seguinte ela estava ali |
No portão da frente |
Ia trabalhar, ela quis ir junto |
Avisei que lá o pessoal era muito exigente |
Ela nem se abalou |
«o que eu não souber eu pergunto» |
E lançou na hora mais um argumento profundo |
Que iria comigo até o fim do mundo |
Me esperava no portão |
Me encontrava, dava a mão |
Me chateava, sim ou não? |
Não |
De repente a vida ganhou sentido |
Companheira assim nunca tinha tido |
O que fica sempre é uma coisa estranha |
É companheira que não acompanha |
Isso pra mim é felicidade |
Achar alguém assim na cidade |
Como uma letra pra melodia |
Fica do lado, faz companhia |
Pensava nisso quando ela ali |
No portão da frente |
Me viu pensando, quis pensar junto |
«pensar é um ato tão particular do indivíduo» |
E ela, na hora «particular, é? |
duvido» |
E como de fato eu não tinha lá muita certeza |
Entrei na dela, senti firmeza |
Eu pensava até um ponto |
Ela entrava sem confronto |
Eu fazia o contraponto |
E pronto |
Pensar assim virou uma arte |
Uma canção feita em parceria |
Primeira parte, segunda parte |
Volta o refrão e acabou a teoria |
Pensamos muito por toda a tarde |
Eu começava, ela prosseguia |
Chegamos mesmo, modesta à parte |
A uma pequena filosofia |
Foi nessa noite que bem ali |
No portão da frente |
Eu fiquei triste, ela ficou junto |
E a melancolia foi tomando conta da gente |
Desintegrados, éramos nada em conjunto |
Quem nos olhava só via dois vagabundos |
Andando assim meio moribundos |
Eu tombava numa esquina |
Ela caía por cima |
Um coitado e uma dama |
Dois na lama |
Mas durou pouco, foi só uma noite |
E felizmente |
Eu sarei logo, ela sarou junto |
E a euforia bateu em cheio na gente |
Sentíamos ter toda felicidade do mundo |
Olhava a cidade e achava a coisa mais linda |
E ela achava mais linda ainda |
Eu fazia uma poesia |
Ela lia, declamava |
Qualquer coisa que eu escrevia |
Ela amava |
Isso também durou só um dia |
Chegou a noite acabou a alegria |
Voltou a fria realidade |
Aquela coisa bem na metade |
Mas nunca a metade foi tão inteira |
Uma medida que se supera |
Metade ela era companheira |
Outra metade, era eu que era |
Nunca a metade foi tão inteira |
Uma medida que se supera |
Metade ela era companheira |
Outra metade, era eu que era |
(translation) |
I was leaving, she was there |
At the front gate |
I went to the bar, she wanted to go together |
«okay», I said |
she was super happy |
she talked a lot |
What was not missing was a subject |
Always by my side |
Didn't move away for a second |
A companion who went deep |
Where would I go, she would go |
Wherever I looked, she was |
When I laughed, she laughed |
did not fail |
The next day she was there |
At the front gate |
I was going to work, she wanted to go together |
I warned that the staff there was very demanding |
She didn't even shake |
«what I don't know, I ask» |
And launched another deep argument at the time |
Who would go with me to the end of the world |
Waited for me at the gate |
found me, held hands |
Did it upset me, yes or no? |
No |
Suddenly, life gained meaning |
A companion like this I had never had |
What is always a strange thing |
She is a companion who does not accompany |
This for me is happiness |
Finding someone like that in the city |
Like a lyric to a melody |
Stay by the side, keep company |
I was thinking about that when she was there |
At the front gate |
saw me thinking, wanted to think together |
«thinking is such a particular act of the individual» |
And she, at the «private time, is it? |
I doubt" |
And in fact, I wasn't really sure |
I entered her, I felt firmness |
I thought up to a point |
She entered without confrontation |
I did the counterpoint |
And ready |
Thinking like this has become an art |
A song made in partnership |
First part, second part |
The chorus goes back and the theory is over |
We thought a lot all afternoon |
I started, she continued |
We really arrived, modest aside |
A small philosophy |
It was on that night that right there |
At the front gate |
I was sad, she stayed together |
And the melancholy was taking care of us |
Disintegrated, we were nothing together |
Whoever looked at us only saw two bums |
Walking like this half dying |
I fell on a corner |
she fell on top |
A poor man and a lady |
Two in the mud |
But it didn't last long, it was just one night |
And fortunately |
I will heal soon, she healed together |
And the euphoria hit completely in us |
We felt we had all the happiness in the world |
I looked at the city and thought it was the most beautiful thing |
And she thought she was even more beautiful |
I made a poem |
She read, she declaimed |
Anything I wrote |
she loved |
This also only lasted one day |
The night has come, the joy is over |
The cold reality has returned |
That thing right in the middle |
But never the half was so whole |
A measure that surpasses itself |
Half of her was mate |
The other half was me who was |
Never has half been so whole |
A measure that surpasses itself |
Half of her was mate |
The other half was me who was |