Minha Mãe É Uma Santa

My sweet little mommy
God made you a queen
The queen of my home

When I look at you
I quickly see with pleasure
A saint without an altar

There is nothing more beautiful
When my mother, distressed
Goes to pray in the chapel

Two saints at the altar
And I ponder
Which of the two is the most beautiful

Mommy, I still remember
Our wooden house
I held the bottle in your lap
I was a child but already so happy

Mommy, not even poverty dimmed your smile
A simple home was always your paradise
God will give you another heaven as a gift