Contado Ninguém Acredita
Deolinda
Nobody Believes the Counting
Nobody believes the counting!
When I go in the procession
There's no prettier girl.
Nobody believes the counting!
The saints go on the ground
And I on the little saint's float.
It's a miracle,
They say who knows,
I don't know!
But even the Virgin Mother
Complimented my little coat.
It's a miracle,
They say who knows,
I don't know!
So beautiful that I even gained
An altar in the little chapel.
Oh!, but I'm still not God
To reign in your eyes
That worship the Divine.
And I, so beautiful and immaculate
Just am not idolized
By the one I admire the most.
Nobody believes the counting!
When I go in the procession
Even the boy whistles.
Nobody believes the counting!
The men in a crowd
Make a pilgrimage to me.
It's a miracle,
They say who knows,
I don't know!
If it's the nails I painted...
If it's the light that shines on me.
It's a miracle,
They say who knows,
I don't know!
Everyone says that my love
Gives more meaning to their lives...
Oh!, but I'm still not God
To reign in your eyes
That worship the Divine.
And I, so beautiful and immaculate
Just am not idolized
By the one I admire the most.
Oh!, but I'm still not God
To reign in your eyes
That worship the Divine.
And I, so beautiful and immaculate
Just am not idolized
By the one I admire the most.
