Quin Dia Feia, Amics

What a crappy day, friends
What a crappy day, friends

Sweet Adela came with a map of a new place to discover
With the keys to a motorcycle that her neighbor left us

What a crappy day, friends

Adela said 'I'm here to roll in the wheat
And touch each other strongly in the mill, counting migrating birds, fleeing from a sad country'

What a crappy day, friends
You haven't seen many like this
And Adela wanted to spend it with me

And I turned around and told her it would be fun
And I turned around and told her it would be bucolic and beautiful
And I turned around and told her 'next time I'll definitely come'
And I turned around and told her, and I turned around and told her

Not now, no, no! Don't interrupt me
Can't you see I was very inspired writing you a song?
The outlines of a great pop folk theme were becoming clear
That will forever freeze what's so special between us
What's between us

Not now, no, no! Don't interrupt me
Can't you see I was very inspired writing you a song?
Now that I had one more verse to rhyme with your hair
Now that one can almost smell the scent of your skin on the paper
On the paper