Oh, Saint Amaro is beautiful
A saint of clay and iron
Because it’s made of earth and fire
But it’s not me, it’s not you, it’s not António, it’s not Pedro
it’s all of us who love him
But it’s not me, it’s not you, it’s not António, it’s not Pedro
it’s all of us who I love
Saint Amaro belongs to me
Saint Amaro belongs to you
Saint Amaro belongs to all of us
But it’s not me, it’s not you, it’s not António, it’s not Pedro
it’s all of us who love him
But it’s not me, it’s not you, it’s not António, it’s not Pedro
it’s all of us who I love
Oh, my beloved saint
Yes, you belong to me
They say you’re made of clay
But you’re the one I’ve got in heaven
The one who christened me
Who baptized me
Who illuminates my path
I’ve got my saint, where’s yours?
I’ve got my saint, where’s yours?
I’ve got my saint, where’s yours?
I’ve got my saint, where’s yours?
I’ve got my saint, where’s yours?
(Jesus Christ, Allah, Obatalá, Iemanjá
Buddha, Siddhartha, Rastafari, where's yours?)