Ponto de Preto Velho - No Colo Do Preto Velho

🌿 In the serene presence of the Old Black Spirits, this music brings silent words of wisdom, spiritual comfort, and ancestral healing. Inspired by the humble and sacred strength of Umbanda, this composition blends Afro-Brazilian sounds, indigenous instruments, and a profound atmosphere of the spiritual forest, creating an environment of peace, reflection, and connection with ancestral Guides. 🔥 The sound of the drums, prayers, and nature leads this spiritual experience to moments of prayer, meditation, spiritual firmness, and strengthening of faith. Close your eyes, light your candle, and allow the energy of the Old Black Spirits to calm your heart and illuminate your paths. ✨ Portal de Aruanda — spiritual music for connection with the Orishas, ​​Guides, and the ancestry of Umbanda. #oldblackman #umbanda #ancestralhealing #spiritualmusic #spirituality #spiritualguides #aruanda #meditation #sacredumbanda #ancestry #afrobrazilian #faith #spiritualconnection -- Full Lyrics -- I adored the souls... Hail my Father... In the smoke of the pipe Sadness fades away... There in the silence of the forest I heard the old man call Near the lit bonfire I began to listen His serene voice seemed like a prayer Slowly healing the pains of the heart With the rosary in his hand and calm in his gaze Old Black Man teaches without needing to speak Each burning ember illuminates the path And every fallen tear begins to dry Slowly he arrives... Slowly he will heal... Whoever carries sadness Can sit on the stump... Old Black Man blessed me With the strength of faith He blew smoke to the sky And strengthened my path Foot I adored the souls... My Father arrived to care for me In the lap of the Old Black Man My soul could rest In the ancient wood of the old altar I heard the ancestors begin to sing Dry leaf in the yard, moonlit night And the Old Black Man smiling slowly Each piece of advice seemed like light on the path Showing that no one ever walks alone In the strength of humility I learned to understand That even in pain there is a reason to grow Oh my Father... Take away the affliction... With your sacred smoke... Cleanse my heart... I adored the souls... I adored my Father... The Old Black Man blessed me With the strength of faith He blew smoke to the sky And strengthened my walk I adored the souls... My Father arrived to care for me In the lap of the Old Black Man My soul could rest In the calm of the early morning... I hear his prayer... Old Black Man of Umbanda... Guardian of the heart...