My god, what happened?
The Sisters of Charity punished him
They call them mothers,
But they have no children.
Some cream of aloes will soothe his skin.
My name is Carmen, are you their mother?
Such lonely innocence, what were they Christened?
This one is Aurea, the boy, from Salvador.
A salve for little Salvi, this will burn.
What will i do,
I don't know what to do
Where to turn
I feel that ev'rything that happens is my fault.
They're all my wealth, where is the money I must earn?
I see my children and my eyes are filled with salt.
Go to the Santero,
My life was uncertain,
Sometimes we need to see behind the curtain.
When you come to the end of the Santa Cruz road,
There's a path across the meadow,
A fence of cactus hides the painted house of the Santero
All he asks is that you trust him
And the shells he will throw.