It´s Candomblé, it´s Miguel, it´s Axé

It’s nature clapping and dancing with us.

No sermon, no mass, no salvation

Free pass

To clap, dance, hug and shake it

Sip it

and

Free yourself

bounce

In the smell of defamation

the drums of the atabaque

The prayer of our ancestors

Around fire

Candles burn

Ancient wisdom 

light our heart

we don´t pray, we make the world go round

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