Minha Mãe
Djavan Lyrics


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O descampado se via
E eu de esperar
Tava morta
Com jeito de agonia
Eu me encostava na porta

A disfarçar a barriga
Dos risos da fantasia
Fingindo ter
Nos meus olhos
Um sol que nunca podia

Via passar procissões
E os velhos nos caramanchões
Ê, ê
Via passar esses dias
Como se fossem dobrados
Ardia em mim
Esse filho




Como se fosse pecado
Filho do pecado

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Minha Mãe by Djavan are a tribute to the singer's mother and an expression of the singer's inner turmoil. The song starts with the description of a desolate landscape, which reflects the emptiness and despair the singer feels inside. He is waiting for something or someone, but he feels dead and hopeless. The way he leans on the door suggests that he is seeking comfort and support from an external source.


As the song progresses, the singer reveals that he is hiding something: the consequences of his own actions. He refers to his laughter and fantasies that have led to a pregnancy, which he is ashamed of. The phrase "Fingindo ter / Nos meus olhos / Um sol que nunca podia" suggests that he is pretending to be happy and optimistic, but deep inside, he knows that he has made a mistake that will have consequences.


The chorus of the song reflects the passing of time and the weight of the singer's burden. He sees processions and elderly people sitting under the shade, and he feels as if his own life is passing by like a folded cloth. The last line of the chorus "Filho do pecado" is a powerful statement that reveals the core of the singer's struggle. He feels like his child is a symbol of his own wrongdoing and that he is carrying the burden of a sin that cannot be undone.


Line by Line Meaning

O descampado se via
I could see the open field


E eu de esperar
And I waiting


Tava morta
I was feeling dead


Com jeito de agonia
With a certain agony


Eu me encostava na porta
I leaned against the door


A disfarçar a barriga
Trying to hide my belly


Dos risos da fantasia
From the laughter of my fantasies


Fingindo ter
Pretending to have


Nos meus olhos
In my eyes


Um sol que nunca podia
A sun that I could never have


Via passar procissões
I saw the processions pass by


E os velhos nos caramanchões
And the old men in the shelters


Ê, ê
Hey, hey


Via passar esses dias
I saw those days pass by


Como se fossem dobrados
As if they were folded


Ardia em mim
It burned within me


Esse filho
This child


Como se fosse pecado
As if it was a sin


Filho do pecado
A child born of sin




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