Flor Mamãe
José Roberto
Mom Flower
I walked through all the gardens
Looking for a flower to offer you
Nowhere did I find
The perfect flower to give you
No one knew where it was
This delicate flower perfection
It's called mom flower
And only grows in the garden of the heart
Adorns, our dreams
Perfumes, our illusion
Divine flower, which I suppose
Performs miracles in prayer
On this day, of affection
I want to feel it in my chest
Intoxicating my soul
Mom flower, perfect love
