ABORÉ
In a day for maybe who is seeking
In the middle of the yard oldest,
The step is designed so accordance myself
In this song father, my aboré,
And life is designed in a rare faith
Of all the desires already I press on
Winning any afraid and danger vain
Arriving fearlessly or even.
The most respected babalorixá,
So many in the ultimate and graduated
What was a priest the father supreme,
I thank you, my babanlá
The direction that this life will
And I know in such a way I fear nothing.
MARCOS LOURES
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