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Furdunço de linguagemLanguage Commotion

Bastianas · Chama Pra Dançar Call to Dance (2003)

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Composer: Bastianas

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Não se assuste meu amigo

Com a estoria que vou contar

Hoje é domingo, abro o jornal com alegria

E o setor de econômia, vou direto consultar

Mas que engraçado, quem diria

Que pesar, que ironia

Desse jeito como posso me informar?


É home banking, é hotmoney

É over night, é go around

Essa linguagem não consigo alcançar


Se ligo o radio a propaganda me invade

Mas que bobeiro, que furdunço de linguagem

Que adentrou a minha casa de mansinho

Devagar, devagarzinho

E não tem hora pra acabar


É coffee break, é country e funk

É drug store, é happy hour

Sinceramente não consigo relaxar


Não tem problema

Quero ir mesmo ao cinema

Uma visita a lucena

Circular e paquerar


Mas que danado esse filme é legendado

Não consigo ficar calmo, isso me faz até cansar

Mas que engraçado, quem diria

Que pesar, que ironia

Desse jeito como posso me informar?


É payper view, é overbook

É best seller, é copyright

E essa onda não dá mais pra segurar

É payper view, é diet e light

É overbook, e-mail e site

Minha nação onde é que posso me encontrar

Translation

Don't be alarmed, my friend

By the story I'm going to tell

Today is Sunday, I open the newspaper with joy

And the economy section, I go straight to consult

But how funny, who would have thought

What a pity, what irony

How can I inform myself this way?


It's home banking, it's hot money

It's overnight, it's go around

I can't grasp this language


If I turn on the radio, advertising invades me

But what nonsense, what a jumble of language

That entered my house quietly

Slowly, very slowly

And there's no time for it to end


It's coffee break, it's country and funk

It's drug store, it's happy hour

Honestly, I can't relax


No problem

I really want to go to the cinema

A visit to Lucena

To circulate and flirt


But how annoying, this film is subtitled

I can't stay calm, it even makes me tired

But how funny, who would have thought

What a pity, what irony

How can I inform myself this way?


It's pay-per-view, it's overbook

It's best seller, it's copyright

And I can't hold this wave back anymore

It's pay-per-view, it's diet and light

It's overbook, e-mail and site

My nation, where can I find myself?

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