MADA

I take the path of the rose
I take the path of honey
I take the path of the waters
To carry me

I take Madá's path
I take the path of honey
I take the beautiful path
Of being a woman

Bird flies
Wind that flies
My song flies
Time passes
Time returns

Time passes, time returns
Time passes, bird flies

I walk the path of the rose
The path of water
I walk the path of the waters
Waters that guide me

I walk the path of the sea
The path of the mother
I walk the sweet path of honey
The sweet, tough path of being a woman
But what is it, what is it to be a
Woman?

When will I see myself without fear and without shame?
When will I be able to?

When will we be able to without fear and
Without shame?
When will we see each other?