Paroles et traduction Tom Zé - Morena

Morena

Morena, minha morena
Tira a roupa da janela
Vendo a roupa sem a dona
Eu penso na dona sem ela

Morena, minha morena
Tira a roupa da janela
Vendo a roupa sem a dona
Eu penso na dona sem ela

Morena, minha morena
Tira a roupa da janela
Vendo a roupa sem a dona
Eu penso na dona sem ela

Meu quarto tem sete andares
Reinado da minha vista
Eu tenho o céu e o mar
Mas nada disto me conquista
Meus olhos desocupados
Só querem viver seguindo a tua pista

Morena, minha morena
Tira a roupa da janela
Vendo a roupa sem a dona
Eu penso na dona sem ela

Morena, minha morena
Tira a roupa da janela
Vendo a roupa sem a dona
Eu penso na dona sem ela

Eu ando desarrumado
No trabalho e no amor
Até deixei de lado
Meu futuro de doutor
Com o dinheiro da escola
Comprei uma lente de alcance
E foi um horror

Morena, minha morena
Tira a roupa da janela
Vendo a roupa sem a dona
Eu penso na dona sem ela

Morena, minha morena
Tira a roupa da janela
Vendo a roupa sem a dona
Eu penso na dona sem ela

Vendo a roupa sem a dona
Eu penso na dona sem ela

Vendo a roupa sem a dona
Eu penso na dona sem ela

Vendo a roupa sem a dona
Eu penso na dona sem ela

Morena

My brown-haired girl, oh my brown-haired girl
Take your dress off the windowsill
When I see your dress without you, my love
I think of you without your dress, my dove

My brown-haired girl, oh my brown-haired girl
Take your dress off the windowsill
When I see your dress without you, my love
I think of you without your dress, my dove

My brown-haired girl, oh my brown-haired girl
Take your dress off the windowsill
When I see your dress without you, my love
I think of you without your dress, my dove

My room has seven floors
Reign of my gaze
My view takes in the sky, the sea
But none of this can quite amaze
My eyes, they wander quite devoid
For in your footsteps I employ

My brown-haired girl, oh my brown-haired girl
Take your dress off the windowsill
When I see your dress without you, my love
I think of you without your dress, my dove

My brown-haired girl, oh my brown-haired girl
Take your dress off the windowsill
When I see your dress without you, my love
I think of you without your dress, my dove

I'm a mess, it's true
In love and in my work, too
I've even set aside
My dreams of being a doctor with pride
And spent my school money
On a telescope from out of China
And it was a horror

My brown-haired girl, oh my brown-haired girl
Take your dress off the windowsill
When I see your dress without you, my love
I think of you without your dress, my dove

My brown-haired girl, oh my brown-haired girl
Take your dress off the windowsill
When I see your dress without you, my love
I think of you without your dress, my dove

When I see your dress without you, my love
I think of you without your dress, my dove

When I see your dress without you, my love
I think of you without your dress, my dove

When I see your dress without you, my love
I think of you without your dress, my dove