Meu Rádio e Meu Mulato [English translation]

Yesterday I bought a nice radio, in the installment

I took it to the hill and put it in my own shack

And every afternoon, when I come home to have dinner

I quickly put my radio on

And the whole neighborhood comes, slowly

And the crowd gets packed back at the gate

But I never see who I wanted to see

As he doesn't like music and has no heart

Yesterday I bought a nice radio, in the installment

I took it to the hill and put it in my own shack

And every afternoon, when I come home to have dinner

I quickly put my radio on

And the whole neighborhood comes, slowly

And the crowd gets packed back at the gate

But I never see who I wanted to see

As he doesn't like music and has no heart

I end up losing my patience

I'm tired, tired of waiting

I'll sell my radio to anyone

By any price, just so I won't get unhappy

I've never seen such evil, I've never been so mocked

The poet, who didn't believe in love, said

That we almost always like someone who doesn't like us

I end up losing my patience

I'm tired, tired of waiting

I'll sell my radio to anyone

By any price, just so I won't get unhappy

I've never seen such evil, I've never been so mocked

The poet, who didn't believe in love, said

That we almost always like someone who doesn't like us

• Artist:Zélia Duncan
• Album:Eu Me Transformo em Outras