There is a party on the moorish quarter
It is the day of the cortege
Of the Lady of Health.
Even Rose Mary
From Capelão street,
Seems to have virtue.
Rich quilts on the windows,
Petals on the ground,
Religious souls, rude people.
Faith walks thought alleys,
It is the day of the cortege
Of the Lady of Health.
After a short rumor,
A deep silent weights,
Over Largo da Guia.
The Virgin passes on the litter,
People get on their knees and pray
Even Rose Mary.
Like petrified,
In a warm prayer,
It's her attitude,
The rose has already stripped,
In Capelão street,
Yet it seems it still has virtue,
The rose has already stripped,
In Capelão street,
Yet it seems it still has virtue.