The river she is flowing, flowing and growing.
The river she is flowing, down to the sea.
Mother, carry me, your child I will always be.
Mother, carry me down to the sea.
Down to the sea…
The river she is flowing, flowing and growing.
The river she is flowing, down to the sea.
Mother, carry me, your child I will always be.
Mother, carry me down to the sea.
Down to the sea…
Eia Diva….
Saudade da progenitora, eim? Espero que ela esteja bem. Quando falar com a jovem senhora, bonitona e jovial, hehehe… diga que mandei beijocas.