Na Casa Dela
Gilberto Gil
At Her House
I bring the emotion
Well lived in my heart
From the moment
I saw the holy fire spring from the ground
Like a flower
Like a seed of ardor
With a splendor of a color
That has no comparison
The fire I saw
I could feel the sensation
On my bare feet
The heat was gentle and warm
And there's more in the air
There was perfume exuding
So intoxicating that almost
You couldn't breathe
As if the fire and the smell weren't enough
A bell was rung that I know
An angel was the one who rang it
Fire, heat, perfume
Sound of a bell, oh
Only the honey was missing,
Only the honey was missing
But the honey arrived!
Honey was dripping
From the wall honey was running
I ran my finger
And tasted without fear, without dread
Sweet flavor
Confirmed the taste of love
There at her house
At her house, the Mother of the Lord
