Oxalá
Rosa Amarela
Hopefully
I am the daughter of the white dove
I am the daughter of the shining Sun
I am the daughter of hope
I am the daughter of Oxalá
My father, lord of the pestle
Made the world his creation
He created the sky and the earth
Until today he fights not to see war
His children carry perfection
Not understood in the crowd
He makes dawn a daring act
Protected by silver, Friday is his day
I am the daughter of the white dove
I am the daughter of the shining Sun
I am the daughter of hope
I am the daughter of Oxalá
Thy will be done
On earth as it is in heaven
Father of love and all goodness
Your alá covers us with peace
I am the daughter of the white dove
I am the daughter of the shining Sun
I am the daughter of hope
I am the daughter of Oxalá
