There is a celebration in Mouraria
It is the day of the procession
Of Our Lady of Health.
Even Rosa Maria
From Rua do Capelão
Seems to have virtue.
Rich coverlets at the windows,
Loose petals on the ground,
Believing souls, rough people.
Faith walks through the alleys,
It is the day of the procession
Of Our Lady of Health.
After a short murmur
Profound silence weighs
Over Largo da Guia.
The Virgin passes by on a support,
Everyone kneels down and prays,
Even Rosa Maria
As if petrified,
In fervent prayer
Her attitude is such,
That the already defoliated rose,
From Rua do Capelão,
Seems to have virtue.
That the already defoliated rose,
From Rua do Capelão,
Seems to have virtue.