Quando o Vento Soprar

Blow, spirit, lift the fallen ones
Restore the wounds, ancient pains, come to heal
Blow, spirit, bringing life, gather the pieces
I already hear noises of your action

Raise from the valley, stand up the dry bones
With your power, come to restore
From the multitude of fallen ones
Make, Lord, a strong people
March upon the land, when the wind blows

When the wind blows everything will move
Everything returns to its place when the wind blows
When the wind blows everything will move
Everything returns to its place when the wind blows

When the wind blows