Minha Mãe Tece Tudo

First it was a simple sock
To keep my cold foot warm
It was wool, in a sandy tone
With great care, crocheted

Then mom, wove another sock
Because another foot froze from the cold
It was bigger, but longer
It wasn't a sandy tone, it was coffee color!

Since that moment, she never stopped...
Sitting in front of the TV
She weaved, weaved, weaved...

My mom...
Weaves everything, everything
My mom...
Weaves everything wrong

She made a long scarf that everyone trips on
And a hat that squeezes my head
She made a cool glove that I use as pajamas
Because the crazy woman knitted it with six fingers

My mom...
Weaves everything, everything
My mom...
Weaves everything wrong

Then she made a backpack that only opens at the bottom
And my notebooks go down the drain
And she even made a coat and the sleeves are a disaster
And they call me 'Frankenstein' when I pass by

My mom... (mom, mom, mom)
My mom... (mom, mom, mom)

"Please stop, mom" I asked before going crazy
And she seemed not to believe
And said 'son, okay. You don't have to shout. I do these things because I love you very much.'
'And I love you, and I love you. Like the needle loves the wool.'
'And I love you, and I love you. And if you don't like it, it's for your sister.'

(No!)

My mom...
Weaves everything, everything
My mom...
Weaves everything wrong
My momomomomomom...