Mês de Maio

When they sent you for the necropsy exam
They started my pathological mourning
I never got over seeing your name in the obituary
Seeing you at 48 years old in a funeral car
Seeing you leave in a coffin donated by the city
Without a tombstone statue by a renowned sculptor
I couldn't afford to put your photograph on the tombstone
To make a garden that a mother like you deserved
Forgive me for not robbing the Citibank to assault
To be able to afford a private hospital
With a contract at HCor, instead of a burial
You were tall, after the exams and the cure
But at Saboya it was just another medical record among thousands
Where the doctor kills by omission and pretends it didn't resist
We had to set fire to the municipal transport
For every homicide turned into natural death
I wanted to retaliate against the world by drowning in the hot tub
One of those boys who stole what I valued most
If it weren't for Fatima and rap easing the depression
I would have ended up in the crackland or with a warrant for arrest
I wish you had seen me on stage
Rapping against the organized crime of the Planalto
Unfortunately, I only showed you my first record
Leaving it in your grave on a Sunday afternoon

I hate when the month of May arrives
Bringing the gift of longing and sadness
Without a happy Mother's Day, I continue in mourning and dreaming
Of meeting you again to say: I Love You

I hate when the month of May arrives
Bringing the gift of longing and sadness
Without a happy Mother's Day, I continue in mourning and dreaming
Of meeting you again to say: I Love You

Your death didn't make headlines in the Brazilian press
Fuck the beggar in the refrigerator drawer
They didn't declare three days of official mourning
It wasn't a holiday, they didn't broadcast your funeral live
I will never forget you every day
Waiting for me at the gate of Duque de Caxias school:
Mom, I'm not coming to study anymore, everyone laughs
I don't have a uniform, just donated clothes
When I was little, I blamed you for not having new toys
For being at other people's houses all the time, waiting for lunch
Unable to pay rent, always the van taking
Our furniture in another eviction of the year
I remember us crying non-stop
When we found out that Baby was going to stop walking
Many guys think their mother wants them to prosper
Dodging the bank robbery repression police station
She just wants you to tell her how you feel about her
But not like the fool here, when the gravedigger threw dirt
Only you know, mom, how many times I asked you
For a spirit of light to appear to me
I would give anything to hear your voice again in the mornings
Singing the song 'Oceano' by Djavan
What a pity that there wasn't time to meet your granddaughters
To be called Grandma by Duda and Gabriela

I hate when the month of May arrives
Bringing the gift of longing and sadness
Without a happy Mother's Day, I continue in mourning and dreaming
Of meeting you again to say: I Love You

I hate when the month of May arrives
Bringing the gift of longing and sadness
Without a happy Mother's Day, I continue in mourning and dreaming
Of meeting you again to say: I Love You

I know it's unusual for a rich person
To see someone begging and sharing in a tenement
Soon the boy who, to increase his wealth
Prostituted his daughter in marriage
It's crazy, someone who didn't even know the alphabet properly
Taught me to love my neighbor, not to be prejudiced
There's so much pain that I think: How is it possible?
Parents who are beaten by their own children
Children who kill their parents for material goods:
Suzane Von Richthofen, Gil Rugai
I messed up when I arrived home with that bike
Said it was borrowed, but it was stolen
Then the owner showed up humiliating, acting rich:
I won't call the police, but educate your son!
I know you pretended you weren't hungry
So there would be more food left and we could share
I miss you scolding me fiercely
When I arrived with glasses with broken lenses
I miss your beautiful victorious smile
When we got a wheelchair for Baby
I swore at your coffin in tears, desperate
That I wouldn't let your murder go unpunished
My revenge is to fight so that other Marias do Rosário
Don't rummage through trash for their daily menu

I hate when the month of May arrives
Bringing the gift of longing and sadness
Without a happy Mother's Day, I continue in mourning and dreaming
Of meeting you again to say: I Love You

I hate when the month of May arrives
Bringing the gift of longing and sadness
Without a happy Mother's Day, I continue in mourning and dreaming
Of meeting you again to say: I Love You