São Flores Nanã, São Flores
Umbanda
They are Nanã Flowers, They are Flowers
They are flowers Nanã, they are flowers
They are flowers Nanã burukê
They are flowers Nanã, they are flowers
From your son Obaluayê
They are flowers Nanã, they are flowers
They are flowers Nanã burukê
They are flowers Nanã, they are flowers
From your son Obaluayê
In the hours of agony
Who always comes to my rescue
It's your son Nanã, it's my father
He is Obaluayê
In the hours of agony
Who always comes to my rescue
It's your son Nanã, it's my father
He is Obaluayê
They are flowers Nanã, they are flowers
They are flowers Nanã burukê
They are flowers Nanã, they are flowers
From your son Obaluayê
They are flowers Nanã, they are flowers
They are flowers Nanã burukê
They are flowers Nanã, they are flowers
From your son Obaluayê
In the hours of agony
Who always comes to my rescue
It's your son Nanã, it's my father
He is Obaluayê
In the hours of agony
Who always comes to my rescue
It's your son Nanã, it's my father
He is Obaluayê
Oh old Nana
Come help me
(oh, old Nana, come help me)
Get down and come work
(Bend over, come work)
Oh old Nana
Come help me
(oh, old Nana, come help me)
Get down and come work
(Bend over, come work)
Saluba Nana
Hail the grandma of Umbanda
