Oxalá

I climbed the stairs to get blessed
And asked for help from Oxalá
I consulted the stars to understand
Full moon, I baptized myself in the sea

Moral habeas corpus, mental apnea
Spiritual imperative
The fire burns, the coral cuts
If there's no risk, the creature is dead
Only you can know yourself
Your balance, your truth
If that instinct is a necessity
And the trinity in this trinomial:
You, your angels, and your demons

I climbed the stairs to get blessed
And asked for help from Oxalá
I consulted the stars to understand
Full moon, I baptized myself in the sea

What am I doing with my life?

What am I doing with my life?
Licking the raw flesh with my finger in the wound
Celebrating existence and learning to distinguish
When to hold back, when to break the rules
Crying my pains, shaping my values
You threw a stone, I dodge the stone. You threw flowers, flowers come back
It's a fine line, it's less than a semitone
When the good isn't right, when the right isn't good

I climbed the stairs to get blessed
And asked for help from Oxalá
I consulted the stars to understand
Full moon, I baptized myself in the sea

Ah my whole life! An act of letting go
Of the body, of marriage, of relatives, of work
Faith is trust, in whatever you invest
The atheist has faith, the scientist has faith
I humbly bow to what I don't know
I believe in Love, I win the game in fair play
I just don't wait for providence to find my essence
Because there's no savior to take this burden from us

I climbed the stairs to get blessed
And asked for help from Oxalá
I consulted the stars to understand
Full moon, I baptized myself in the sea