Mamãe
Toquinho
Mom
She is the owner of everything
She is the queen of the home
She means more to me
Than the sky, than the earth, than the sea
She is the most beautiful word
That a poet ever wrote
She is the treasure that the poor
Received from the Lord's hands
Mom, mom, mom
You are the reason for my days
You are made of love and hope
Oh, oh, oh, mom
I grew up, lost my way
I come back to you and feel like a child
Mom, mom, mom
I remember you with the slipper in hand
The apron all dirty with egg
If I could
I would, once again, mom
Start everything all over again
She is the owner of everything
She is the queen of the home
She means more to me
Than the sky, than the earth, than the sea
She is the most beautiful word
That a poet ever wrote
She is the treasure that the poor
Received from the Lord's hands
Mom, mom, mom
You are the reason for my days
You are made of love and hope
Oh, oh, oh, mom
I grew up, lost my way
I come back to you and feel like a child
Mom, mom, mom
I remember you with the slipper in hand
The apron all dirty with egg
If I could
I would, once again, mom
Start everything all over again
(Sleep, sleep, little one)
