Drums are pounding Spirits are calling In the land of Brazil The rhythm keeps on falling Oxalá Pray for us Guide us through the night With the beats of the drums We reach new heights
The energy is rising The dance floor's on fire In the streets of Bahia Where our hearts aspire Swaying hips Pulsating beats We're in a trance Oxalá Bless us with luck Let us enhance
Sons of the Candomblé Dancing in sacred motion Embracing our roots With every rhythmic notion Oxalá Hear our prayers Let the drums never fade In this Afro-Brazilian groove We find our serenade
