Old mama, come and hear with me
The beat of the rain there at your gate
It's a friendly hit
Fluttering in my heart
Come, old mama, come and hear with me
Recovers your strength and come to your gate
The friendly rain greets you
and beats within my heart!
The friendly rain, old mama, the rain
That didn't fall since long ago...
I heard that the Cidade Velha* - the entire island -
In a few days already became a garden...
They say that the fields were covered with green
The most beautiful color, which is the color of hope
That land now, even in Cape Verde
- It is the storm that has become bonanza...
Come, old mama, come and hear with me
Recovers your strength and come to your gate
The friendly rain greets you
and beats within my heart!
The friendly rain, old mama, the rain
That didn't fall since long ago...
I heard that the Cidade Velha* - the entire island -
In a few days already became a garden...
They say that the fields were covered with green
The most beautiful color, which is the color of hope
That land now, even in Cape Verde
- It is the storm that has become bonanza...