Caetano Veloso recorded this song, but it was written by Chico Buarque.
Here's a translation I made (sorry for my poor english):
Samba and Love
I make samba and love until later
And I'm very sleepy in the morning
I hear the rush of the city that burns
And hastens tomorrow
At dawn we're still making love
And the factory begins to honk
The traffic surrounds our bed
And curses
Our eternal morning stretch
In my welcome companion's lap
In my infamous guitar's body
I make samba and love the whole night through
I have no one to respond to
I make samba and love until later
And I have much more to do
I hear the rush of the city - what a fuss!
Is it so hard to dawn?
Not sure if lazy or a coward
Under my fleece blanket
I make samba and love until later
And I'm very sleepy in the morning
Caetano Veloso recorded this song, but it was written by Chico Buarque. Here's a translation I made (sorry for my poor english):
Samba and Love
I make samba and love until later And I'm very sleepy in the morning I hear the rush of the city that burns And hastens tomorrow At dawn we're still making love And the factory begins to honk The traffic surrounds our bed And curses Our eternal morning stretch In my welcome companion's lap In my infamous guitar's body I make samba and love the whole night through I have no one to respond to I make samba and love until later And I have much more to do I hear the rush of the city - what a fuss! Is it so hard to dawn? Not sure if lazy or a coward Under my fleece blanket I make samba and love until later And I'm very sleepy in the morning