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Num belo dia de domingo, o céu estava todo limpo

Peguei o meu cão Jacinto e o levei pra passear

Tropecei numa cadela cujo nome era Carmela

Cuja dona era donzela de lindíssimo olhar

Fiquei meio constrangido, muito embora o cão ferido

Por meio de seu latido quis logo me desculpar

Pareceu de bom alvitre fazer logo um convite

Para no dia seguinte combinarmos de jantar

Ganhei então um sorriso como forma de aviso

Se tivesse algum juízo poderia lhe ligar

Combinei no dia seguinte um programa com requinte

Lá pelas 21:20 poderia lhe buscar

Tava todo animado até ouvir embasbacado

O maldito do recado, teria que desmarcar

O problema era Carmela, a maluca da cadela

Tinha caído da janela, teria que se tratar

Marquei então pra outro dia, ela disse com alegria

Que feliz que ficaria se pudesse me rever

Jantaríamos em casa, ficaríamos na sacada

Por toda a madrugada para ver o Sol nascer

Era tudo bom demais pra ser verdade e logo mais

Ela disse na realidade eu vou ter que desmarcar

Não entendi qual era a dela, se o problema era com ela

Ou com a louca da cadela, mas então por que fazer

Como a abelha sobre a torta de damasco

Como a mosca sobre a carne do churrasco

Como a vespa que cutuca mas não pica

Marimbondo que rodeia mas não fica

Liguei na segunda-feira, ela marcou pra terça-feira

Remarcou pra quarta-feira pra sairmos pra jantar

Mas na hora deu problema, houve um pequeno dilema

Sua cadela era pequena e não tinha com quem ficar

Já estava meio tonto, cada dia ouvia um conto

Mas estava sempre pronto a ouvir e acreditar

Finalmente num domingo, meu cão me chamou latindo

Para vê-la ali sorrindo bem em frente ao meu lar

Disse não fique na rua, a casa é simples mas é sua

Veja como a linda Lua alegra nossa união

Ela quis se desculpar pois o motivo de ali estar

Era apenas pra perguntar sobre o futuro de meu cão

Carmela estava no cio, e logo que Jacinto a viu

Olhou pra ela e sorriu, então partiu para cruzar

Nunca entendi essa história, ficou presa na memória

Ao invés de conquistar a glória colhi um drama pra contar

Como a abelha sobre a torta de damasco

Como a mosca sobre a carne do churrasco

Como a vespa que cutuca mas não pica

Marimbondo que rodeia mas não fica

Como a abelha sobre a torta de damasco

Como a mosca sobre a carne do churrasco

Gato gordo que me ataca e não me arranha

Urubu que voa baixo e não me apanha

On a beautiful Sunday day, the sky was completely clear

I took my dog ​​Jacinto and took him for a walk

Tripped a bitch whose name was Carmela

Whose owner was a maiden with a very beautiful look

I was a bit embarrassed, even though the injured dog

Through his bark, I immediately wanted to apologize

It seemed like a good idea to immediately invite

For the next day we can arrange dinner

So I got a smile as a warning

If I had any sense I could call you

The following day, I arranged a refined program

Around 21:20 I could pick you up

I was all excited until I heard stunned

The damned message would have to be unchecked

The problem was Carmela, the crazy bitch

It had fallen out of the window, it would have to be treated

So I made an appointment for another day, she said happily

How happy I would be if I could see myself again

We would have dinner at home, we would stay on the balcony

All morning to see the sun rise

It was all too good to be true and soon

She actually said I'm going to have to cancel

I didn't understand what her problem was, if the problem was with her

Or with the crazy bitch, but then why do

Like the bee on the apricot pie

Like a fly on barbecue meat

Like the wasp that pokes but doesn't sting

Marimbondo that surrounds but does not stay

I called on Monday, she scheduled for Tuesday

He rescheduled for Wednesday so we could go out for dinner.

But at the time there was a problem, there was a little dilemma

Her bitch was small and had no one to stay with

I was already a bit dizzy, every day I listened to a story

But he was always ready to listen and believe

Finally, on a Sunday, my dog ​​barked at me

To see her there smiling right in front of my home

He said don't stay on the street, the house is simple but it's yours

See how the beautiful moon makes our union happy

She wanted to apologize because the reason for being there

It was just to ask about my dog's future

Carmela was in heat, and as soon as Jacinto saw her

He looked at her and smiled, then started to cross

I never understood this story, it got stuck in my memory

Instead of conquering glory, I reaped a drama to tell

Like the bee on the apricot pie

Like a fly on barbecue meat

Like the wasp that pokes but doesn't sting

Marimbondo that surrounds but does not stay

Like the bee on the apricot pie

Like a fly on barbecue meat

Fat cat that attacks me and doesn't scratch me

Vulture that flies low and doesn't catch me