Desubicado [English translation]

She was always passing by where I was working

by where I was working

How good she looked it doesn't matter I liked her

it doesn't matter I liked her

She was from an office across the corner

across the corner

Maybe by a spell maybe by pure whim

maybe by pure whim

everytime she was passing my love was increasing

my love was increasing

I couldn't say anything when I saw her at the station

when I saw her at the station

I knew at what time she went out and I tried everyday

and I tried everyday

but when I got there the speech betrayed me

the speech betrayed me

When I need you the most you play the dumb

you play the dumb

I finally decided to not insist more orally

to not insist more orally

I concentrated my efforts in writing some verses

in writing some verses

It was almost a poem, don't ask me the subject

don't ask me the subject

To find the moment to give her that monstrosity

to give her that monstrosity

Was a hard task like waiting for the tide

like waiting for the tide

And gathering bravery I jumped on the water with a suit

I jumped on the water with a suit

I came close to her and I said very red-faced

and I said very red-faced

"I have something to give you" and I stuttered in a part

and I stuttered in a part

Too bad that you didn't saw her absent-mind face

her absent-mind face

In an unfriendly way she asked me what was it

she asked me what was it

I gave her the poetry and told her to read it

and told her to read it

and I left in a hurry dying of shame

dying of shame

The next morning I was so impatient

I was so impatient

to know if destiny would drown me for mistake

would drown me for mistake

or if the old creole would give me all his support

would give me all his support

When I went to the station to wait for my loved one

to wait for my loved one

I saw that as it was reaching she immediately stopped

she immediately stopped

with her snow white hand a 149 bus

a 149 bus

I was sitting and seeing my fantasy dying

my fantasy dying

and I said dazed to myself, you're out of place

you're out of place

for still believing, believing in poetry

believing in poetry

• Artist:Leo Masliah
• Album:Recital Especial