⍟69. SON OF THE WHITE MOON

They are flowers, Mamãe, they are flowers

They are flowers that I come to offer

On this altar, a Sacred temple

To Mother earth we shall consecrate

I raise this banner

Green, blue and white,

To declare

That I am a son of the white moon

And it is with my Master

That I shall sail

O white moon, you are protectress

In this fortress

That the Master gives us

O full moon, you are the inspirer

You light the night for us

With your moonlight

The light that shines on this cross

Is a fount of strength

For whoever believes

Asking for peace, health and steadfastness

And with gentleness we shall work