Encruzilhada - Os Paralamas Do Sucesso

Tava deitado e o telefone tocou

Me levantei, liguei o abajur

Quem me chamava era o meu amor

E sussurava numa voz febril

Ficara presa no elevador

Havamos sado com uma turma legal

Comemos feijoada, couve e pernil

J na sada ela passava mal

O elevador de servio em manuteno

Ela subiu pelo social

No telefone o meu amor chorou

Nem me contou como o porteiro abriu

Agora veja que situao

No sei se falo mal da safra do feijo

Ou na imperfeio da indstria do Brasil

I was lying down and the phone rang

I got up, turned on the lamp

Who called me was my love

And whispered in a feverish voice

Got stuck in the elevator

We had gone out with a nice gang

We ate feijoada, cabbage and ham

J na sada she felt sick

The service elevator under maintenance

She went up through the social

On the phone my love cried

He didn't even tell me how the doorman opened it

Now see what situation

I don't know if I speak ill of the bean crop

Or in the imperfection of Brazil industry