Mamã

Mom just look at my bad luck
Things here at home
Are not good at all, mom
Mom that's just the beginning
Joaquim found another family
He made the girl he always wanted

And the other one just humiliates me, what fault
Do I have if in my
Womb only boys come out
And the salary that is already low
Is still divided
And the younger one
Has other privileges

Come pick me up, oh mom
Mom, I want to go back to
Your lap, my mother

Mom just look at my bad luck
Things here at home
Are not good at all, mom

Mom that's just the beginning
Joaquim found another family
That man who took me to the altar
Changed everything at home, it's just
Prayer and a lot of suffering, mom

That man who made the request and swore before the family to take care of me
Today he hits me, mom, mom
Come pick me up, oh mom, mom
I want to go back to
Your lap, my mother

Only if this tired face
Isn't from the hard times
Only if I wasn't with you in the
Most difficult times of your life, dad

And now that life has improved, I want you to remember that I hustled in the streets (I hustled in the streets) looking for bread for our children (for our children) there, mom
Just look at my bad luck, mom, mom
I want your lap, my mother

Come pick me up, oh mom, mom, I want to go back to your lap, my mother