Jorge da Capadócia

George sitted in the park
With the cavalry
And I'm glad to know
I am in his company

I am dressed with the clothes
And the guns from George
For my enemies to have feet
But don't achieve me
For my enemies to have hands
But don't touch me
For my enemies to have eyes
But still don't see me
And they must not even have thoughts
For make me feel bad

Fire guns
My body will not reach
Knives and swords'll break
Without touching my body
Ropes and chains"ll break
Without tying my body
Because I am dressed with the clothes
And the guns of George

Saint George
Hail George
Hail George

Saint George
Hail George
Hail George!