São Jorge Guerreiro

Saint George my protector
What dangerous thing I do
For I have a shielded body
Against disease, knife, and bullet

I become invisible to evil
Under the cloak of Saint George
With the powerful prayer
That I carry in my saddlebag

When the world collapses
I throw my body back
I hold on tight with Saint George
And let the bad fall

My life is a well
Of clean and blue water
Saint George is who protects me
And I fight laughing

Saint George holy warrior
Keep your embrace for me
Protect from all evil
Those who praise you tirelessly

With faith and the tip of the spear
I blaze a trail and walk
For having Saint George as a friend
I will never walk alone

I was born tough
And no one bends me
I am a godson of Saint George
Who is the godfather of a tough Indian

Riding a white horse
Sword firm in hand
In my chest I carry the courage
That defeated the dragon

In the four corners of the earth
The praises rise to the sky
Of glory to the warrior saint
With songs and praises

When a storm comes
With lightning striking
It's Saint George's sword
Taking fire from space