One day counts to its history
Therefore its memory
Can if erase It does not make secret
Not, does not have fear
I am pra here to listen to you
Mamã Papá Who already has baby
Knows very well
Has history pra to count
It already grew .
But never it was forgotten love
That had in its look
Mamã Papá
When its corpinho if meche in the belly
Is alone one toquinho
But it transforms its life
One day counts to its history
Therefore its memory
Can if erase It does not make secret
Not, does not have fear
I am pra here to listen to you
Mamã Papá.