São Jorge
Alcione
Saint George
When I came to this land, it was to be a minstrel
With my guitar, my crest, and my ring
I crossed seas and backcountry with a star in the sky
Shining bright on my hat
I came to show beauty, but all I saw was sorrow
And that burning star
Turned into a campfire at night
To fight against evil, I became a captain
With my rifle and dagger in hand
I placed a star in every village
With the tip of my machete
In the fields of battle, I fought for my brothers
For this land, Ogun
I fell on the mountain, Ogum
But my dream didn’t
Aruanda called, I became an orisha
Knight of Oxalá
Today I am a defender, guardian of the moonlight
I am Saint George, Ogun Beira-Mar
