O Ardinita
Raquel Tavares
Oh My Mother
Oh my mother, my mother
Oh my mother, my beloved
Whoever has a mother has everything
Whoever doesn't have a mother has nothing
The kid, João
Got up feeling pretty good
Because he had to be early
At the office door
He bit a chunk of bread
That tasted really nice
Before leaving, though
He kissed his sleeping mother
And said: I'm off to life
Oh my mother, my mother
The mother, with all her love
Gave him her blessing, kissed him
And then advised him
Always be very careful
Watch out on the road
Don't smoke, don't throw anything
You can rest easy
He says, to mislead her
And he went to say goodbye
Oh my mother, my beloved
He crossed all of Madragoa
Happy, whistling
A popular march
From Santo João in Lisbon
Then he thought; she's so good
My mother, and yet
How I deceive her, mislead her
And lie to her, poor thing
I love that old lady so much
Whoever has a mother has everything
In this repulsive slang
Of the streetwise crowd
There's a hint of homage
In that innocent little mouth
Marching to the newspaper, happy
Always with a lifted spirit
And since he likes the slang
He repeats, how I love her
I love her so much, I love her
Whoever doesn't have a mother has nothing
