In front of the church Terreiro de Jesus
Three angels invited me,
Not to pray to God,
Not to wash my feet,
But to sit me in the pride,
In a bouquet of white dresses
And to laugh as the pure water
Which gobbles up my money,
5 reals for a photo among the angels,
I never could
Fly away from Salvador de Bahia.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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