Perfeito É Quem Te Criou

If one day an Angel declared
That you were full of God
Now I wonder who am I
Not to tell you, too
Full of grace, oh mother
Full of grace, oh mother
Graced

If the word taught
That all must agree
And generations proclaim you
Now I will also say
You are blessed, oh mother
You are blessed, oh mother
Blessed

A great sign appeared in the sky, a woman clothed with the Sun
The Moon under her feet and on her head a crown

There is no comparison, perfect is he who created you
If the creator crowned you
We crown you, oh mother
We crown you, oh mother
We crown you, oh mother
Our queen