Perfeito É Quem Te Criou

If one day an angel declared that you were full of God.
Now I think: who am I not to tell you too.

Full of grace, oh mother (repeat) Graced.

If the word taught that all must agree,
And the generations proclaim you, now I will also say:

You are blessed, oh mother (repeat) Blessed.

A great sign appeared in the sky, a woman clothed with the sun.
The moon under her feet and a crown on her head.
There is no comparison. Perfect is who created you.
If the Creator crowned you.

We crown you, oh mother (2x) Our Queen