Lyrics By: Paulo Sergio Carvalho

He came from an island, waves and wind
Dreams too big for the world he's in
Barefoot goals on the dusty ground
No crowds, no fame just heart and sound

He played through hunger, pain, and rain
Every loss became his gain
One small ball, one endless dream
He swore he'd make the whole world see

Filho de Madeira, fire in his soul
Nothing could break him, nothing could hold
Every setback, every fall
Only made him stand more tall

He used to play where the stars would shine
Kicking hope on the edge of time
Now the world sings his name out loud
Portugal's heart beats in the crowd

Son of Madeira, rise again
Born from the sea, made for the flame
The boy who dreamed became the man
The world now plays in his hands

A heart that faltered, but wouldn't fade
Fate returned what courage made
His mother prayed with nothing to spare
Love and hunger filled the air

He trained till dawn, he ran through pain
Believed that effort breaks the chain
And when he scored, the people roared
The boy from the island was born to soar

Filho de Madeira, still unbowed
The journey's long, the dream is loud
Every child who kicks that ball
Feels his fire it burns in all

He used to play where the stars would shine
Kicking hope on the edge of time
Now the world sings his name out loud
Portugal's heart beats in the crowd

Son of Madeira, rise again
Born from the sea, made for the flame
The boy who dreamed became the man
The world now plays in his hands

And when the final whistle blows
He'll still stand where the ocean flows
From island soil to golden stage
He writes his name on every page

He used to dream when the nights were cold
Now he's a story the world retold
Son of Madeira, strong and proud
The stars align when he's around

Portugal's captain, shining bright
The world unites beneath his light
Filho de Madeira we believe
He's proof of what a dream can be

Born of waves, carved from stone
He turned a dream into his throne
Son of Madeira still running free
Forever chasing destiny

Son of Madeira Live (Acoustic)

“Mamma” is an energetic and deeply emotional Italo-Rock ballad that turns gratitude into pure sound. Powered by uplifting soft-rock energy, this song is a heartfelt thank-you to a mother who gave everything without ever asking for anything in return.

It tells the story of a mother who stood close through every doubt and every fall, encouraging, believing, and guiding her child even when he felt lost. Each verse carries strength and tenderness, while the chorus rises with hope, celebrating the love that helps someone grow, find direction, and become who they are meant to be.

This is a song for anyone who knows that behind every strong soul, there is a mother’s quiet courage.

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Dubhe, Mamma, You are my home

This song was written from memory, not nostalgia.

It comes from a time when Christmas slowed the world down when waiting was part of the gift, when neighborhoods glowed quietly under fresh snow, and when the warmth of the season came from shared moments more than wrapped ones.

Echoes of the Christmas Heart isn’t about wishing for the past to return.
It’s about listening for what never really left.

The smells from the kitchen.
The patience before the morning began.
The way joy showed up in each other’s faces, not in what was held.

As the years move faster, this song pauses just long enough to remember that the heart of Christmas still lives in simple things: time, attention, and love freely given.

If there’s an echo here, it’s the reminder that the season’s meaning doesn’t disappear.
It waits quietly for us to slow down and hear it again.

[Verse 1]
I remember a time, not so long ago
When the world would slow down beneath the snow
No Christmas songs in September’s air
No neon trees or flash-sale glare
The stores stayed dark on Christmas Eve
You planned ahead, then you’d believe
That for one quiet day, the town would part
 Gather around… and open their hearts

[Verse 2]
Small, sturdy bungalows lined up tight
Chicago blocks glowing soft in the night
I’d lean on the sill of that picture frame wide
Watching folks come and go from the warmth inside
Every house on the street had lights all aglow
Wreaths on the doors and the sidewalks in snow
Later that day, we’d gather outside
Us kids trading stories ’bout what Santa supplied

[Verse 3]
I remember the smell of bread in the oven
Gnocchi boiling, ham slow-roastin’, love in
The kitchen where Mom would bake all night
With biscotti cookies stacked just right
The tree was dressed in reds and gold
Santa’s gifts stacked high and bold
And we’d wait by the morning light
For Dad to lift his camera and capture it right

[Chorus]
We’d take turns with the gifts, not rushing through
One by one, we shared that view
It wasn’t about who got the biggest prize
It was seeing the joy in each other’s eyes
And back then, it wasn’t about shopping carts
It was about giving straight from the heart

[Verse 4 – Christmas Eve & Morning]
We went to bed early on Christmas Eve
Hearts pounding fast in make-believe
Waiting for sleigh bells we swore we heard
Believing in magic without a word
The morning would come, we’d stare at the tree
But we wouldn’t dare wake Mom and Dad sat patiently
We waited together for Christmas to start
Those quiet moments etched deep in my heart

[Verse 5 – Adulthood Reflection]
Somewhere along this winding road
I learned how fast a year can go
How easy it is to hurry past
The kind of moments meant to last
So now I stop when December starts
And listen again
For the heart

[Bridge]
I don’t mean to say the wonder’s gone
I still feel it when the lights come on
In old familiar songs, in the falling snow
In the simplest love we already know

[Final Chorus]
So I’ll hold onto the warmth I knew
And pass it along in the ways I do
Through stories and laughter, through time well spent
Through love that’s freely given, not measured or meant
If the world forgets where to start
We still carry on
The echo of a Christmas heart

[Outro]
Yeah
It never really left us
We just have to listen

Gravity of the Situation

Vic Chesnutt