Candeeiro de vovó

Oh, My Lady
Where is grandma's lamp
Her trophy from Angola
Where is grandma's lamp
It was beautiful and illuminated
Grandma's paths
Its light always anchored
Grandma's points

When it came from Angola
It was free in Bahia
It hid the lamp
Day, night, night and day
But a treacherous blow
Of destiny enveloped it
No one knows to this day
How the lamp disappeared

Grandma cried, heart-wrenching
She no longer has the lamp
To face the loneliness
Grandma cried, cried
As she hadn't in a long time
Missing Angola
And her youth in Bahia