Salve
Cordel Do Fogo Encantado
Hail
Oh! what a long way
That nobody gets lost in it
Suffering so much wandering
Because of the lanterns
Of the mothers of God of the Candles
Hail
To you we cry, banished children of Eve
To you we sigh, groaning and weeping in this valley
of tears
Behold then our advocate
Those eyes of yours
Merciful
To us
Turn
My Saint John, my little Saint John
My protective little saint
Send through the voice of the wind
News of my love
