Aretha Franklin

And of glory I glorified myself when Aretha sanctified
And in his halo she sang me. She spiritualized the kingdom
Of the Queen of my soul. She doesn't sing for us
She enchants God
She transferred me the dimension of the Passion of the evangelical hiding place
When we faced problems, let us fold again
Let us sing, let us sing

The rulers don't correspond to the people
We want an answer, we didn't doubt of the bet
In the intolerance of the hunger. To govern is to starve
And the spiritual ones are an alert Aretha

Such celestial voices, so, so… spiritually Black
God offered the black distinction to the melodious Black
With voice so immortalized, so celestial
If that voice is the Sky, I want to go already for there
There are two Skies: one of the Lord, another of Aretha
I like both

Aretha whispered me the reason of smiling, of extending of his finger:
I "indicate the good road of the Redemption. There is only a God
in the Road of opening a smile in my finger"
I charmed myself, I think I clarified myself very well:
"Aretha! it is easy to appear for the moral and social degradation
But our glance is lowered before who governs so badly"

Experienced a peaceful boat to oars and row
In the lake of rowed waters, calmed, acclaimed
And the Lord it evangelized the angelic waters. He preached to the jasmines
And the waters very smoothly were anxious
Intensely penetrated, perfumed. And they were revealed
And they possessed the entire living one. And all rejoiced
God exists yes gentleman! It was revealed

Aretha Franklin, orders of the hymn of the special party of God
The Master of the Statues gave him sound and tone, sculpture him Universal

Gil Gonçalves