Com Açúcar, Com Afeto
Chico Buarque
With Sugar, With Affection
With sugar, with affection
I made your favorite sweet
For you to stop by home
What nonsense!
In your finest suit
You leave, I can't believe
When you say you won't be late
You say you're a worker
You go in search of the salary
To be able to support me
What nonsense!
On the way to the workshop
There's a bar on every corner
For you to celebrate
I don't know what!
I know someone will sit next to you
You'll start a conversation
Discussing soccer
And staring at the skirts
Of those who live by the beaches
Colored by the sun
Night comes and another drink
I know, happy but not too much
You'll want to sing
In the jukebox, a new friend
Will play an old samba
For you to reminisce
When the night finally tires you
You come like a child
To cry for my forgiveness
What nonsense!
You tell me not to be upset
You say you'll change your ways
To please my heart
And seeing you so tired
Ragged and mistreated
Did I still want to annoy you?
What nonsense!
I'll soon warm up your meal
I kiss your picture
And open my arms to you
With sugar, with affection
