Rainha Do Lar

She is the owner of everything
She is the queen of the home
She is worth more to me
Than the sky, the earth, the sea

She is the most beautiful word
That a poet ever wrote
She is the treasure that the poor
Received from the hands of the Lord

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 return to you and feel like a child

Mom, mom, mom
I remember you with the sandal in hand
The apron all dirty with egg

If I could, I would want again, mom
To start everything, everything, all over again.