I do samba and love until late......from
And I'm very sleepy in the morning
I listen to the rush of the city that burns
And it hurries up tomorrow
At dawn we still wake up.........ma
And the factory starts honking
Traffic bypasses our bed - complains
About our eternal lazing
In the lap of the welcome companion
In the body of the blessed guitar
I do samba and love all night
I have no one to satisfy
I do samba and love until later. .....de
And I have a lot more to do
I hear the rush of the city - what a fuss
Is it so difficult to dawn?
I don't know if I'm lazy or if coward
Under my woolen blanket
I do samba and love until later
And I'm very sleepy in the morning

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