In the heart of rainforest
Where rivers whisper and forests grace
Dwell the Sórkula, spirits pure
Guiding native people with wisdom

Guardians of the ancient folklore
Echoes of those who came before
Through sacred chants and fires' light
They weave protection through the night

In the rustle of the leaves they speak
In the mountain's breath
In the valleys' peak
Invisible but always near
Whispering truths for hearts to hear.

Oh, Sórkula spirits, In you
the native strength they find
With every dawn and setting sun
Their legacy and ours are one