SÃO MIGUEL ESTÁ NO PORTÃO
SAINT MICHAEL IS AT THE GATE
- Rita Gregório de Melo
Eu vou seguindo, eu vou seguindo
Até aonde eu posso ir
E a escada é um pouco alta
Por ela eu tenho que subir
Subi, subi, subi
Enfrentando serra de espinhos
Subi, subi, subi
Para cumprir o meu destino
Estou lutando com a morte
A violência e a maldade
Vejo o terror se aproximando
Pura arrogância e crueldade
Tenho minha luz, tenho minha fé
Assim não devo esmorecer
São Miguel está no portão
Com ele eu tenho que vencer
É ter coragem e paciência
E muita força de vontade
Render a Deus obediência
E batalhar com humildade
Subi, subi, subi
Eu firmado em São Miguel
Subi, subi, subi
Ao príncipe dos exércitos do céu
Meu São Miguel vos nos defenda
Dos ataques do terror
Me dê as armas me prepare
Aqui eu sou um defensor
Subi, subi, subi
Até ver tudo clarear
Subi, subi e subo
Para nas Alturas me transformer
I keep following, I keep following
As far as I can go
And the ladder is a little high
On it, I have to climb
I went up, I went up, I went up
Facing hills of thorns
I went up, I went up, I went up
To fulfill my destiny
I’m fighting with death
Violence and evilness
I see the terror approaching
Pure arrogance and cruelty
I have my light, I have my faith
So I should not be discouraged
Saint Michael is at the gate
With him I have to win
Is to have courage and patience
And lots of will power
Render obedience to God
And battle with humility
I went up, I went up, I went up
Firmed in Saint Michael
I went up, I went up, I went up
To the Prince of the armies of Heaven
My Saint Michael, do defend us
From the attacks of terror
Give me the weapons and prepare me
Here I am a defender
I went up, I went up, I went up
Until I see everything get clear
I went up, I went up, and I go up
To transform myself in the heights
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Hymn 146 of 157.