Pra Minha Mãe

None of us is a child of an incubator
We all had as our first home
The maternal womb
And from there, when we come out into this world, and they cut
Our umbilical cord
They separate our bodies
But not our souls
Those remain united, connected forever
You will meet in some way
In some piece
In some verse of this poem

While some fight to leave home, I'm in that
Fighting to have the power to give her some respect (it's us)
We're together, on a leash
A boss's mansion in a shack in the favela (I remember)
I remember when I made a face
Because another Christmas I was only going to get half (you told me)
You told me: Think a little and respect
Imagine you without dinner instead of this full table

Sorry for giving you concern
I was joking, looking for more fun
I'm sorry if one day I beat up on the street
A son of a bitch who calls me a son of a bitch
I'm sorry, mom, I know, I'm not perfect
Sorry for becoming like this
I will always keep this love in the left side of my chest
Thanks to you, today I am a grown man

My mom punished me and even kicked me out of the house
Didn't take me to Disney, Praia Rasa or Barra Brasa
Gave me a bike, a Nintendo, and a computer
Money was scarce, but she gave me a lot of love
Spent what she couldn't to watch me become a doctor
Sorry, mom, I didn't understand the teacher
But what I understood was your real need
To see your crazy son today be a real man
I wanted to give a rose, improvise a verse
For the most beautiful, elegant, and charming crown
Even though she owns the most delicious food
Whenever I mess up, she still gets angry
Sorry, mom, for every situation
Ana Maria is the name of my heart
I am the son of a heroine, a warrior, and a hardworking woman
I still put you in a castle and retire your broom

For making me who I am
And without you, I am not half
Regardless of where I go
The feeling is true
She made me born, saw me cry
Made me grow, gave me a home
I want you to know that I have always been by your side
Even when wrong, I was never rude

I remember the tense time that always stayed by my side
My only visitor when I was hospitalized
I saw you happy on weekends, shared a room
Today is a good moment when I think about the past
I know, mom, our story is strong
Deserves even champagne, because it has glory in the end
Today is good and you can even say
The son who fell to the ground brings pride to you

So I sing to say how much I love you
My mother, to you, I'm giving you my heart
It has more power with you, protects me from danger that I face
If rich, one day I'll bring you what you deserve
The whole world cannot be bought with money
But a cool piece of land as a gift from an heir
When I was in prison, you held my life first
When I reach the top, you will be above

My crown, my queen
I will always be with you
Dad left home, only you stayed with me
You were a warrior, almost a ninja, alone with five children
Sunday was cool because I know we had Sucrilhos
When Bruno died, my house mourned
I came back late at night, damn, I was pissed off (damn)
Who hides a feeling, inside is having a meltdown
Mom, let me sleep 10 more minutes
Because time is passing and we have been through everything
You are my protection, my sword, my shield
I will still give you a house to have a party
Shut up the old ladies who said: He's no good
I don't believe in superstition, but I always turned the flip-flop
You also raised me with all your maternal love
Your energy is as contagious as magic, so pleasant
I swear that nowadays Rafael is responsible

This is for my mother, my mother
And this is for my mother, my mother
And this is for my mother, my mother
And this, this is for my mother, my mother

And this, this is for my mo-mo-mo-mother
And this, this is for my mo-mo-mo-mother
And this, this is for my mo-mo-mo-mother
And this, this is for my mo-mo-mo-mother

And this is for my mo-mo-mo-mother
And this, this is for my mo-mo-mo-mother
And this, this is for my mo-mo-mo-mother
And this, this is for my mo-mo-mo-mother

And this is for my mo-mo-mo-mother
And this, this is for my mo-mo-mo-mother
And this, this is for my mo-mo-mo-mother
And this, this is for my mo-mo-mo-mother

It wasn't time that turned your hair gray
Much, much beyond time
I can still see them as they always were
It wasn't time that made you mature
I still see you in childish search waiting for me
You, very young, imitating ladies
Every second seeming like hours
No, it wasn't time that made you like this
It was the wind, God's breath, the eternal moment
Yes, it was he who made you like this