Se Essa Rua Fosse Minha

If this street were mine,
I would have it, have it decorated
With shiny little stones
Just to see you, mom, pass by.

If the sky were mine,
I would write a poem.
With your name in the infinite
Just for everyone to see.

But the street is not mine
And I am not a poet
I don't write poetry
The sky belongs to the Lord
That's why I offer you
What I have in my hands
My love, affection, and gratitude

Mother, you are the most beautiful among all women
Comparable to the most beautiful rose in a garden
Like a lily among thorns, you shine for me
Like a lily among thorns, you shine for me