A Filha Que Volta

I'm the daughter who returns tired from life
Carrying on my face the dust of the road
To throw myself into the arms of dear mommy
Whom I left tired at the farewell

Who cried so much at a farewell
Today returning to the old home
Bringing the tiredness and the wounded soul
To ease the wicked longing

And when I arrived at that corner
Looking on the road, I saw mommy
Her divine face bathed in tears
That I left crying so many years ago

When I saw the tears on this holy face
I tried to console her, but I also cried
I embraced the one I adore so much
Never in this life will I leave mommy