Essa Mulher [English translation]

Early in the morning, this lady resigns herself

She sets the table and dusts off

She washes the clothes and wipes her eyes dry

Oh, how can't this dame forget

About asking1 for women

For her children, for food

Then she smiles, kind of embarrassed

And hugs that man, that world

That makes her happy

In the afternoon, this girl loves herself

She gets embellished, puts some make-up on

She knows everything, no problem in that

Ah, how beautiful is this thing

It all feels too good

To be a singer, to be an artist

And she cries of so much pleasure and agony

That someday, any day

She decides to be happy

In the dawn

This woman causes so much chaos

She undresses, makes her made

Turns the table, drinks everything in the bar

Ah, how can this crazy girl forget

About how many men go crazy

For her mouth, here

Then, it looks like she thinks it's funny

And is thankful to destiny for all

That makes her unhappy

This girl, this woman, this lady

Into whom I run every time

In a random mirror

She's made of shadows and too much light

Of so much mud and burdens

That she thinks everything is natural

1. As in a prayer