Tom Zé — Morena song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Morena" by Tom Zé.
Lyrics
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 disso 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
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
Lyrics translation
Brunette, my brunette
Take your clothes off the window
Seeing the clothes without the owner
I think about the owner without her
Brunette, my brunette
Take your clothes off the window
Seeing the clothes without the owner
I think about the owner without her
Brunette, my brunette
Take your clothes off the window
Seeing the clothes without the owner
I think about the owner without her
My room has seven floors
Reign of my sight
I have the sky and the sea
But none of this conquers me
My unoccupied eyes
They just want to live by your track
Brunette, my brunette
Take your clothes off the window
Seeing the clothes without the owner
I think of the owner, without her
Brunette, my brunette
Take your clothes off the window
Seeing the clothes without the owner
I think of the owner, without her
Brunette, my brunette
Take your clothes off the window
Seeing the clothes without the owner
I think of the owner, without her
I walk untidy
At work and in love
I even set aside
My future doctor
With school money
Bought a range lens
And it was a horror
Brunette, my brunette
Take your clothes off the window
Seeing the clothes without the owner
I think of the owner, without her
Brunette, my brunette
Take your clothes off the window
Seeing the clothes without the owner
I think of the owner, without her
Seeing the clothes without the owner
I think of the owner, without her
Seeing the clothes without the owner
I think of the owner, without her