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Ary Lobo

História De Um ÓrfãoAn Orphan's Story

Ary Lobo · Poeira De Ritmos Dust of Rhythms (1963)

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Composer: Ary Lobo

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The English translation is below the Portuguese lyrics

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Ai minha mãe

Meu primeiro santo amor

Eu comparo minha mãe

Com o anjo do senhor


Numa excursão que eu fiz

No rio grande do norte

Um órfão falou-me em verso

De sua mesquinha sorte


Com um semblante mudado

O órfão sempre falava

Quando mamãe era viva

Nada para mim faltava

Se pai vinha me bater

Mamãezinha não deixava


Mas depois que ela morreu

Papai precisou casar

Porem a minha madrasta

Vivia a me maltratar

Quando eu falava em mamãe

Ela pegava a brigar


Minha madrasta era ma

Tinha cruel coração

Puxava minhas orelhas

Me dava um beliscão

Depois mandava papai

Me bater de cinturão


Eu queria ter mamãe

Nem que fosse bem velhinha

Andando com o bastão

Com a cabeça branquinha

Pra todo dia eu dizer

Me abençoe mamãezinha

Translation

Oh, my mother

My first holy love

I compare my mother

To the angel of the Lord


On an excursion I took

In Rio Grande do Norte

An orphan spoke to me in verse

Of his meager fate


With a changed countenance

The orphan always spoke

When my mother was alive

Nothing was lacking for me

If my father came to hit me

My mommy wouldn't let him


But after she died

Dad needed to marry

But my stepmother

Lived to mistreat me

When I spoke of my mother

She would start to fight


My stepmother was evil

Had a cruel heart

She pulled my ears

Gave me a pinch

Then she would tell Dad

To beat me with a belt


I wish I had my mother

Even if she were very old

Walking with a cane

With a little white head

So that every day I could say

Bless me, Mommy

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