Mama Mama Tereza, Mama Forever, she'll know Mama Tereza, Mama You'll always carry your wounds The ship is already in the harbour To go away for a long time Along the way, there's a sailor He's a young Italian The grey woman is his mother Who has taken her son away Little by little, she's nicking my bambino Mama, he says, is this her wound's salt? Mama Tereza, Mama What he deserves for you Mama Tereza, Mama You'll dry your tears, but cold When the ship's whistle has sounded And the anchor is lifted It won't last that long And then the ship's view is Still standing, the old mother Who brought her son on board On that little spot, by the harbour And it's on her, her voice Still holds Mama Tereza, Mama What I deserve is for you Mama Tereza, Mama You'll dry your tears, but cold Mama Tereza, Mama