Os búzios [English translation]

There was the solitude of prayer in her sad look

As if her eyes were the doors to her tears

A sign of the cross lingers, fingers against the evil eye

And the shells that the old woman threw on an old cloak

Be watchful there is a great love but keep it secret

You empty your heart at the hint of fear

See how the shells fell facing north

Cause I am going to stir up destiny, and change your luck

There was an intense desperation in her voice

The room reeked of incense, and a few more powders

The old woman shook her scarf, folded it, tied two knots

And the saintly father spoke using her voice.

Be watchful there is a great love but keep it secret

You empty your heart at the hint of fear

See how the shells fell facing north

Cause I am going to stir up destiny, and change your luck

Be watchful there is a great love but keep it secret

You empty your heart at the hint of fear

See how the shells fell facing north

Cause I am going to stir up destiny, and change your luck