Morena - Tom Zé

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

brunette, my brunette

Take your clothes out of the window

Selling clothes without the owner

I think about the woman without her

brunette, my brunette

Take your clothes out of the window

Selling clothes without the owner

I think about the woman without her

brunette, my brunette

Take your clothes out of the window

Selling clothes without the owner

I think about the woman without her

My room is seven floors

Reign of my sight

I have the sky and the sea

But none of that wins me over

my idle eyes

They just want to live following your lead

brunette, my brunette

Take your clothes out of the window

Selling clothes without the owner

I think about the owner, without her

brunette, my brunette

Take your clothes out of the window

Selling clothes without the owner

I think about the owner, without her

brunette, my brunette

Take your clothes out of the window

Selling clothes without the owner

I think about the owner, without her

I'm messy

At work and in love

I even put aside

My future as a doctor

With school money

I bought a range lens

And it was horror

brunette, my brunette

Take your clothes out of the window

Selling clothes without the owner

I think about the owner, without her

brunette, my brunette

Take your clothes out of the window

Selling clothes without the owner

I think about the owner, without her

Selling clothes without the owner

I think about the owner, without her

Selling clothes without the owner

I think about the owner, without her