Jurema Das Águas
Dois Sóis
Jurema of the Waters
I saw the feathers of my cabocla
Came serene to present herself
An old crowned Holy lady
Descended in the forces of father Oxalá
It was the arrow of liberation
Of the tired voice of the lower
So I prayed to my crown
I sang very loudly with much praise
It was the arrow of liberation
Of the tired voice of the lower
So I prayed to my crown
I sang very loudly with much praise
Oh cabocla, Mother Jurema
Take me to the woods, where there is love
Where life shows itself present
Where my father lives, Oxóssi the hunter
Oh cabocla, Mother Jurema
Take me to the woods, where there is love
Where life shows itself present
Where my father lives, Oxóssi the hunter
Who has caboclo feels the sway
Sway sings in this boat
Touches in the gira of Papa Oxóssi
Takes our vibration high
And love breathes in my soul
Nothing knocks down our union
There are Eight Firmly Established Points
It's the clamor in this beautiful forgiveness
And love breathes in my soul
Nothing knocks down our union
There are Eight Firmly Established Points
It's the clamor in this beautiful forgiveness
Oh cabocla, Mother Jurema
Take me to the woods, where there is love
Where life shows itself present
Where my father lives, Oxóssi the hunter
Oh cabocla, Mother Jurema
Take me to the woods, where there is love
Where life shows itself present
Where my father lives, Oxóssi the hunter
Jurema of the Holy Waters
Jurema of light and love
Gave strength to the father, gave strength to the mother
Gave strength and much vigor
Gave strength to the father, gave strength to the mother
Gave strength and much vigor
Jurema of the Holy Waters
Jurema of light and love
Gave strength to the father, gave strength to the mother
Gave strength and much vigor
Gave strength to the father, gave strength to the mother
Gave strength and much vigor
Oh cabocla, Mother Jurema
Take me to the woods, where there is love
Where life shows itself present
Where my father lives, Oxóssi the hunter
Oh cabocla, Mother Jurema
Take me to the woods, where there is love
Where life shows itself present
Where my father lives, Oxóssi the hunter
