Anônimos

In ancient times on the great ships
While the ships sailed in the high seas
Men who had no name
Didn't even appear
They were in the holds rowing

Everyone saw the ship moving
But the secret they didn't always want to tell
“And what is the secret?”
Men who had no name
Didn't even appear
They were in the holds rowing

Anonymous
Whose name doesn't always go on the billboard
But spend whole nights with their faces in the dust
Without a microphone or internet for promotion

Anonymous
Who cry out, weep for the salvation of souls
And when the heart is troubled, only God calms them
But they don't lose a night in a moment of prayer

Anonymous, nameless
Many of them don't even know where they live
But they cry out, beg
And sometimes cry to make the ship go on
But they keep going
One day crying, the next smiling
And they don't even care to appear
Because they are still in the holds
With their oars in hand
And they will row in this life until they die

And they will pray in this life...

“Oh, my sisters from the prayer circle
Anonymous