Lavava no rio lavava [English translation]

I washed in the river, I washed

The cold chilled me, it chilled

When I went to the river to wash;

I went hungry, I went

I used to cry, also she cried

Seeing my mother cry

I was singing, also she was singing

I dreamed, also she dreamed

And in my fantasy

Such things fantasised

That I forgot that she was crying

That I forgot that she was suffering

I do not go any more to the river to wash

But I continue dreaming

I no longer dream what I used to dream

If I no longer wash in the river

Why does this cold chill me

More than it used to chill me

Ah my mother, my mother

What good remembrances

And of the evil that she then knew

Of this hunger that I endured

Of the cold that chilled me

And of my fantasy

We no longer have hunger, mother

But we no longer have also

The desire to not exist

We no longer know dreaming

Now we go to deceive

The desire to die

• Artist:Ana Moura
• Album:Guarda-me a vida na mão (2003)