Salgueiro 2025 - Xande de Pilares

Get the pot ready, light the candle
Stand firm at the lookout, ask for grandpa's blessing
Make the cross and draw the powder
Here comes spicy Exu and the legion of Xangô
Got herbs for the smoke, I carry my amulet
I honor the spirits that guide my path
Hey Mojubá Marabô, invoke the Moon
The folks from the crossroads won’t leave me alone
I’m the legacy of the Malês, good mandingo and sly
I use the stone of Corisco to shield my daily life
In the pot, rue and rosemary, oh-oh!
Lead bullets against all cowardice

I have the faith that lives in the backlands of Lampião, the bandit
Like a dark-skinned man, I’m gonna live
Over a hundred years in my Salgueiro

I’m a thorn like the flower of macambira
Evil eye can’t reach me
Against the bad, the healing ritual to cure
There’s always a prayer to save
The knot unties, freedom through the woods
And the mysteries of axé, my candomblé
Knocks down the enemy one by one
I have faith in the power of my counter-spirit
Hail to your Zé, who lights up our hill
Extends the hat to those who ask for help
Red and white in linen attire
That’s me, a trickster with a closed body

Witch doctor, spell caster, baptized in the gongá
If you fear the spirits, you weren’t born to demand
My yard is the house of magic
Whoever messes with Salgueiro settles the score in the ritual.