Maria Minha Mãe
Padre Joãozinho
Maria My Mother
Maria, my mother, Maria,
I wanted to talk to you about love.
To show that in my open chest,
I cultivate a garden in bloom.
I cultivate a garden of roses
That have no thorns
To hurt you.
I cultivate such a beautiful garden
Fragrant roses
To offer you.
Maria, I who didn't know
How sublime it was to love.
Now, mother of heaven, Maria,
With you I continue to sing.
And I sing for life ahead,
Even if I find stones
I won't stop anymore.
Because I know that with you, Maria
My mother, Maria,
I will always rely.
Maria, my mother, Maria
Maria I will always love you
Maria I will always love you
