Eu Que Te Benzo, Deus Que Te Cura

Prayer, excuse me mother lady
This pain I feel now
Doesn't leave me another way
It hurts in the chest, the lost inspiration
In a request that begs for the holy love of life
I'm feeling down, more fallen than a thorn

Limping without a shred of reason
I've already closed the door and the latch
And put a gate in my heart
For the evil eye, just a sprig of rue
I ask for help from the basil leaf
Oh my holy healer help me
You take care of me and give me protection

Aroeira, lord, aroeira
Sitting at the table, mother of gentleness
Aroeira, lord, aroeira
It's a lit candle, glass of water and pure prayer

I pray to you for all the grace of kindness
Make angels of dignity appear
For the battle of thorn with flower

Oh old black woman, my Brazil wants your healing
To remove the bitterness from this suffering people

God bless, my walk
Throw all witchcraft into the sea
I am Rebirth of Jacarepaguá
In the name of the father and the Virgin Mary