Oyá

Oyá
It's the people from here asking not to suffer
Our stranded people need to survive
And hands are raised asking God to look
We can't live without flour and there's no porridge

There wouldn't be reasons for us to be discouraged
If there were a remedy for us to remedy
The search for the cure that will come is already far
In the sky of Brasília stars will fall
And the dust of so much dirt will rise

Oyá
Could the strength of faith that carries our lives
Move mountains and throw them into the sea
So many good people who only have bad to give

Could the strength of faith that carries our lives
Move mountains so we can pass
It's our prayer asking God

Oyá