Ó Mãe, o Povo Não Tem Pão
José Acácio Santana
Oh Mother, the People Have No Bread
Oh, mother, through your name
We want to offer our gifts
The people have no bread, and they are hungry
Waiting for our offering to happen
Mary, divine mediatrix
If you ask, your Jesus will listen
Repeat your maternal appeal
Just like at the wedding in Cana
Oh, mother, through your maternal feeling
We want to offer our gifts
The people have no wine, they are thirsty
Waiting for our offering to happen
Mary, divine mediatrix
If you ask, your Jesus will listen
Repeat your maternal appeal
Just like at the wedding in Cana
Request from a maternal heart
The son will surely listen
Jesus, through your holy intercession
Will transform our gifts in life
Mary, divine mediatrix
If you ask, your Jesus will listen
Repeat your maternal appeal
Just like at the wedding in Cana
