Rainha Do Lar
Ângela Maria e Agnaldo Timóteo
Queen of the Home
She is the owner of everything
She is the queen of the home
She is worth more to me
Than the sky, the earth, the sea
She is the most beautiful word
That a poet ever wrote
She is the treasure that the poor
Received from the hands of the Lord
Mom, mom, mom
You are the reason for my days
You are made of love and hope
Oh, oh, oh, mom
I grew up, lost my way
I return to you and feel like a child
Mom, mom, mom
I remember you with the sandal in hand
The apron all dirty with egg
If I could, I would want again, mom
To start everything, everything, all over again.
