O Ardinita

Oh my mother, my mother
Oh my mother, my beloved
Who has a mother has everything
Who doesn't have a mother, has nothing

The little rascal, João
Got up very happy
Because he had to be early
At the newspaper's door
He nibbled on a piece of bread
That tasted very good to him
Before leaving, though
He kissed his sleeping mother
And said: Here I go into life
Oh my mother, my mother

The mother with all the affection
Blessed him, kissed him
And then advised him
Always very wisely
Take care on the way
Don't smoke, don't gamble at all
You can rest assured
He says, to deceive her
And said goodbye again
Oh my mother, my beloved

He crossed all of Madragoa
Satisfied, whistling
A popular march
For Saint John in Lisbon
He thought; my mother is so good
And yet
How I deceive her, fool her
And lie to her, poor thing
I love that old lady so much
Who has a mother has everything

In this repellent slang
From the underworld jargon
There is a hint of homage
In that innocent little mouth
Marching towards the newspaper, content
Always with a lifted spirit
And since he enjoys the slang
He repeats, how much I love her
I want her so much, I love her so much
Who doesn't have a mother has nothing