California Dreamin'

All the leaves are brown!  Todas as folhas estão leaves marroms.
(All the leaves are brown)  E 
And the sky is gray.   E o céu está cinza!
(And the sky is gray).
I've been for a walk.  Eu tenho ido caminhar
(I've been for a walk)
On a winter's day.  Num dia de inverno.
(On a winter's day).

I'd be safe and warm.   Eu seria salvo e mourno
(I'd be safe and warm)
if I was in L.A.  Se eu estivesse em Los Angeles.
(If I was in L.A.)
California dreamin'  Sonho Californiano
(California dreamin') on such a winter's day.   Num dia tal de inverno.

Stopped in to a church Paré numa igreja

I passed along the way.  Que eu passei ao longo do caminho.
Well, I got down on my knees.  Bem, eu peguei e ajoelhei. 
(got down on my knees) 
And I pretend to pray.   E eu faço de conta de rezar.
(I pretend to pray).
You know the preacher likes the cold.  Você sabe que o pregador gosta do frio.
(preacher likes the cold).
He knows I'm gonna stay.  Ele sabe que eu vou ficar.
(knows I'm gonna stay).
California dreamin'   Sonhos californianos.
(California dreamin') on such a winter's day.

(Bridge)

All the leaves are brown
(All the leaves are brown)
And the sky is gray.
(And the sky is gray).
I've been for a walk
(I've been for a walk)
On a winter's day.
(On a winter's day).

If I didn't tell her  Se eu não falasse para ela, 
(If I didn't tell her)
I could leave today.  Eu poderia ir embora.
(I could leave today).
California dreamin' (California dreamin')on such a winter's day,
California dreamin' on such a winter's day,
California dreamin' on such a winter's day.

A Whiter Shade of Pale

We skipped the light fandango
turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
but the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
as the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
the waiter brought a tray

And so it was that later
as the miller told his tale
that her face, at first just ghostly,
turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, 'There is no reason
and the truth is plain to see.'
But I wandered through my playing cards
and would not let her be
one of sixteen vestal virgins
who were leaving for the coast
and although my eyes were open
they might have just as well've been closed

And so it was that later
as the miller told his tale
that her face, at first just ghostly,
turned a whiter shade of pale

And so it was that later