Coração Materno
Caetano Veloso
Mother's Heart
A peasant said to his beloved
My idolized one, tell me what you want
For you I will kill, I will steal
Although you cause me sadness, woman
I want to prove that I love you
I revere your eyes, your demeanor, your being
But tell me, I await your command
For you, it doesn't matter to kill or die
And she said to the peasant, jokingly
If your crazy passion is true
You leave now and for me, you will bring
From your mother, the whole heart
And running, the peasant left
Like a lightning, he disappeared on the road
And his beloved, like a madwoman, stayed
Crying on the road, she fell
The peasant arrives at the hut
Finds his dear mother kneeling, praying
The demon tears her chest
The old lady falls at the feet of the altar
He takes from the bleeding chest
The poor heart of the old mother
And returns running proclaiming
Victory, Victory, my passion has
But in the middle of the road, he fell
And in the fall, he broke a leg
And at a distance, from his hand, it leaped
On the ground, the poor heart
At that moment, a voice echoed
Are you hurt, my poor son?
Come get me, son, here I am
Come get me, for I am still yours
