António Zambujo - Flagrante

Bem te avisei, meu amor,
Que não podia dar certo
E era coisa de evitar
Como eu, devias supor,
Que, com gente ali tão perto,
Alguém fosse reparar

Mas não: fizeste beicinho
E como numa promessa
Ficaste nua para mim
Pedaço de mau caminho
Onde é que eu tinha a cabeça
Quando te disse que sim?

Embora tenhas jurado
Discreta permanecer
Já que não estávamos sós
Ouvindo na sala ao lado
Teus gemidos de prazer
Vieram saber de nós

Nem dei p'lo que aconteceu
Mas, mais veloz e mais esperta,
Só te viram de raspão
Vergonha passei-a eu:
Diante da porta aberta
Estava de calças na mão.
Maria do Rosário Pedreira / António Zambujo

I warned you, my love,

That it could not work

And it was a matter of avoiding

Like me, you should suppose,

That, with people there so close,

Someone was gonna repair

But no, you made pout

And as in a promise

You got naked for me.

Piece of bad road

Where did I have the head?

When did I tell you I did?

Even though you have sworn

Discreet to stay

Since we were not alone

Listening in the next room

Your moans of pleasure

They came to know us

I did not even give it what happened.

But, faster and smarter,

They only saw you with a shave.

Shame I put it to myself:

In front of the open door

He was wearing pants in his hand.