Damasita

Little lady, my dear
Today my love made a samba
To say that I’ve always been
A splinter of your soul.

Without coming from your womb
I took your lap
Because love was the reason
To be in your arms.

Mother of my soul
I owe you a "I love you"
Because in your home I found my bread
And the good advice
For your kindness and so much more
Little lady, I love you.

Little lady, my dear
I bless your hands
For stretching a single loaf
For so many brothers.

Being a singer for my people
Feels like a miracle
But this gift I inherited
From your sacred fire.