O Xaile de Minha Mãe
Amália Rodrigues
My Mother's Shawl
My mother's shawl
That warmed me with affection
Later it also served
To keep my little one warm
I played with its fringes
Or slept sweetly
When my mother sang
The songs of old times
My son says with love
Not even a queen's mantle
Has more value to me
Than my grandmother's shawl
There is no lovelier relic
Than the shawl of my affections
Who knows if it still serves
To warm my grandchildren
And the unbridled ambition
That my soul contains
To see it all my life
On my mother's shoulders
And it was seen all my life
On my mother's shoulders
