Samba e Amor

I make samba and love until late
And I'm very sleepy in the morning
I hear the hustle and bustle of the city, burning
And rushing the day ahead

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 welcome 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 late
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 late
And I'm very sleepy in the morning