Santo Antônio

What would become of me my God
Without faith in Anthony
The light descended from heaven
Illuminating the charm
Of the sword mirrored in God
Long live my saint

Health that flees
Returns by another path
Love that is lost
Another is born in the nest
Evil that comes and goes
Turns into a flower in joy
Thirteenth of July
Is sacred time
In my Bahia

Beloved Anthony
I need your affection
If I am lost
Show me a new path
In your clear footsteps
I tread my destiny
I am in your arms
As if I were
The child God