Since it is Sunday today,
you can sleep until noon,
and why not until Monday?
You finally found your bed,
Mamina, Mamina.
You will have carried in buckets.
They were heavy, they weighed too much.
In the river, so much water flows
that it makes wrinkles in your skin,
Mamina, Mamina.
Do not ask it for any more effort.
Your poor body is half dead.
It has served you a lifetime.
When will you have pity on it?
You body carried your boys
whose photos are in the living room.
Only one of your children remains,
he knows that love bears your name,
Mamina, Mamina.
There is only love in your hand
that gives so much and takes nothing.
If a tear clouds your eyes,
it is because someone grieves.
Worry no further about your flock.
I will go draw water for you.
And then, it is Sunday today.
You can sleep until noon,
Mamina, Mamina.
Mamina, Mamina.