Mãe Campeira
Sandro Coelho
Country Mother
Your white hair, that time covered
With the silver born of love for your children
Missing the old man who left early
You stayed alone, followed your path
If raised children, doubled work
Make you tired, love did not tire
I often see you, with wet eyes
Looking at this man, who once cradled
(Rest old mother sit next to me
The mate is hot and your heart
Are burning embers let's be silent
I enjoy this peace safe in your hands)
If I grow up and forget to talk
It's because life has made me so quiet
But when I see my kids in the cradle
Your great affections warm my heart
And this son of yours who grew up in your bosom
Knows love, the world, and the street
And has become a father knowing how to love his own
And now falls asleep in your lap
(Rest old mother sit next to me
The mate is hot and your heart
Are burning embers let's be silent
I enjoy this peace safe in your hands, in your hands)
