Samba e Amor

I make samba and love until later
And I'm very sleepy in the morning
I hear the hustle and bustle of the burning city
And it rushes the day of tomorrow
In the wee hours we still love each other
And the factory starts honking
The traffic goes around our bed - complains
About our eternal stretching
In the arms of my beloved companion
In the body of the blessed guitar
I make samba and love all night long
I have no one to answer to
I make samba and love until later
And I have much more to do
I hear the hustle and bustle of the city - what a fuss
Is it so hard to dawn?
I don't know if lazy or cowardly
Under my wool blanket
I make samba and love until later
And I'm very sleepy in the morning