Maria Minha Mãe, Maria
Padre Antônio Maria
Mary My Mother, Mary
Mary my mother Mary
Woman who lived by faith
Believed in her God
And never forgot that
Not everything could understand
But in everything believed
Mary who knew how to be
What God dreamed
She was poor, had nothing
Kneaded bread for her son
Also because of her son
Mary sometimes cried
She was rich, all of God
Only did what he asked
And when pain tortured
Mary did not give up
Mary my mother Mary
Woman who lived by faith
Believed in her God
And never forgot that
Not everything could understand
But in everything believed
Mary who knew how to be
What God dreamed
The fire that transforms us
Mary knew how to wait
Also gave time to God
Found time to pray
She was the source, had friends
Was a sister to all
Mary is and will be
In the Church the morning Sun
Mary my mother Mary
Woman who lived by faith
Believed in her God
And never forgot that
Not everything could understand
But in everything believed
Mary who knew how to be
What God dreamed
