Dia Das Mães

Mother, I see you again in the old room
Where one night I left you speechless
Saying goodbye as if I were going to die
And you saw me disappear into the mist
Because a mother's fate is this fate
To love, care, raise, then lose

Losing a child is like finding death
Losing a child when grown and strong
Could already support and compensate her
But at that moment a beautiful woman
Smiling steals her
The old distressed mother still turns
To bless her

So she left and blessed us
I forgot the good you taught me
I went into the world to unlearn
And you stayed in a cold silence
Looking at the empty bed I left
Singing a lullaby

Today I return covered in dust
And find you quietly in the chair
Head hanging over your chest
I want to kiss your forehead but I don't dare
I want to wake you up, but I don't know if I should
I don't feel that I have the right

The right to give you this grief
To show you in the wrinkles of my face
All the misery that happened to me
And when you see the horrible expression
Of my unrecognizable mask
My hoarse voice whisper, mom it's me

I drank in the taverns of the cretins
I brandished the dagger of assassins
I walked in the arms of scoundrels
I was a minstrel in all comedies
I was a villain in all tragedies
I was a coward in all battles

I forgot you, mothers are forgotten
I lived life, I lived many lives
And only now when I reach the end
Betrayed by the last hope
And only now when the pain reaches me
I remember who never forgot me

No, I shouldn't come back
I should go away, be forgotten
Huh? But what was that?
Suddenly I hear a noise

The chair creaked, it's late now
My mother gets up opening her arms
And enveloping me in a million hugs
Thanking, she says, my son, and cries

And cries and trembles as she speaks and laughs
And it seems like God entered here
And sees the last of the condemned
And her tears rolling down my face
Almost as if, if heaven forgave me
Cleansing me of all sins

Mother, in your arms I transfigure
I remember I was a child, I was pure
Yes, I have a mother
And this adventure is so much that I understand what it means
The son is poor, but the mother is rich
The son is a man, but the mother is holy

Holy that I made age suffering
But who kisses me as if thanking
All the pain that was caused by me
From the world where I walked, I brought you nothing
But you look at me with such a sweet look
That having nothing, you lack nothing

Mother's Day is the day of kindness
Greater than all the evil of humanity
Purified in a fruitful love
Now, no matter how petty man may be
As long as the mother sings by a cradle
She will sing hope for the world