Obaluaie, Um Rei
Zezinho de Oxalá
Obaluaie, A King
Obaluaê, when he was a boy
It was written in his destiny what would happen
With his body covered in sores
His mother always cried
Didn't know what to do
In a basket left him by the seashore
Asked Zambi to always protect him
She left a prayer for him
Didn't want to see him suffer
That boy cried
That boy cried
Yemanja hearing that cry
By the seashore she appeared
She took Obaluaê in her arms
In the high seas with her he went to live
Yemanja treated his sores
For his suffering to end
Today he is a king
He heals the plague, the disease, and the suffering
Atotô! My father come to help me
Bathe me with popcorn, come and bless me
His mother is Nanã Burukê
Yemanja was the one who raised him
He is the Orisha of healing
Atotô! Obaluaê, my father atotô!
