A Feminina Voz do Cantor [English translation]

It was my mother said to me

My voice comes from woman

My voice came from therein, from who gave me birth

Who could explain the singer

Who could understand this voice

Without the voices he carries with him?

Without the voices he's heard

When still an apprentice

How can his voice be an Elis*

Without the angel who listened

To Maria Sapoti*

When would his song flourish then?

Feminine is the gift

That compels him to chant

The song his soul arrests in the air

Feminine is the passion

His musical love

Feminine is the sound of his heart

His minstrel's voice

His people has wed

And the country' streets are his altar

Feminine is the passion

In his musical love

Feminine is the sound of his heart

His minstrel's voice

His people has wed

And the country' streets are his altar

The city is joyous

With the voice of its singer

The city wants to sing along

He'll always remember

The firewood on a stove

The melodies sweeping in from the backyard

The voices he's kept close

The voices he's loved

The voices who taught him thus: it's truly good to sing

• Artist:Milton Nascimento
• Album:Pietá