Todo Homem [English translation]

The sun, dawn of flowers and salt

And sand on her lips

A lighthouse, yearning hanging on the clothesline

Red and blue and brown

I'm an umbilical cord

To whom nothing is enough

The sun burning through my newspaper

My voice, my light, my sound

Every man needs a mother

Every man needs a mother

The sky, froth from apple cider

In the belly, two brothers

My hair is a dark fleece

Nose and face and hands

Honey, silver, gold, and toads

The head and the heart

The sky clears in the morning

And I take shelter on her lap by the floor

Every man needs a mother

Every man needs a mother

Every man needs a mother

Every man needs a mother