Samba e Amor

I make samba and love until late
And I'm very sleepy in the morning
I hear the rush of the city, burning
And hurrying tomorrow's day

In the early hours we still love each other
And the factory starts to honk
The traffic goes around our bed, complains
About our eternal stretching

In the arms of the welcome companion
In the body of the blessed guitar
I make samba and love all night long
I have no one to justify to

I make samba and love until late
And I have much more to do
I hear the rush of the city, what a fuss
Is it so hard to dawn?

I don't know if lazy or coward
Under my wool blanket
I make samba and love until late
And I'm very sleepy in the morning