Fiadeira

Light, Blessed Mother of Candles
Guardian of my way
Clean your eyes from the sand
Take the pain out of every thorn
Braid the lines of a poem
Shines on your diadem

Mother of all that emerges
Mystical and serene rose
House where kindness lives
Makes my pain small
Come pour it on us
Your light breath in speakerphone

I came to pray to you queen
Sound at all yes
Relief for those who cry
Look at me
Pray for me, Blessed Mother

Mother of the morning colors
Benedict mother of roses
Spinner, weaver
Flower of the most delicious fruits
Benzedeira shakes the veil
Every time I look at the sky

I came to pray to you queen
Sound at all yes
Relief for those who cry
Look at me
Pray for me, Blessed Mother