Текст и перевод песни Ivan 2 Filoz - Yo Soy Tuyo

Yo Soy Tuyo

En verdad yo no se que cuando yo invito a la gente
Para ir a la iglesia llueven las excusa pero...

Pero tuyo señor
Yo soy tuyo
Tuyo señor es mi tiempo
Tu entregaste tu vida
Pa'borrar mis defectos
Ayudame a servirte
Sin darte pretextos Asi yo veo a miles
Asi me encuentro a tantos
Que pisan una iglesia
Tan solo los viernes santo
Los que la palabra culto
Es sinonimo de espanto
Con par de cervecitas
Quitan su quebranto
Otros que se agitan
Si la iglesia tu les nombras
Y dicen que el domingo
Es para hacer las compras
Me juran que tiene
Que lavar la marquesina
Y cuando les engancho
Se van pa'la piscina
Hay quienes pa'ofrendar son bien tacaños
Y se creen que to'o el mensaje es un engaño
Y tras que van a la iglesia
Solo 2 veces al año
Se van molestos
Porque pierden el escaño
Otros se quedan
Por estar metido en tragos
Los barbaranes que se quedan por ser vagos
Los que al darme pretextos
Se me quedan medio calvos
Y no van porque el pastor predica largo

Estan lo que invitarlo es un chiste
Hay otro que lo piensan
Si le digo cuantas muchacha asisten
Hay otro que depende de estar alegre o triste
Y cuando lo malo sucede
Se recuerdan que EL existe
Estan lo que se creen que todo el culto es vigilia
Y dicen que el domingo
Es pa' pasarlo entre familia
Esta el que a ninguna denominacion se afilia
Y esta el que se le aparta
Y jamas se reconcilia
Los invito bien a montar carro y me refuñan
Si fuera pa'la disco
En el carro se atancuñan
Mientra me dan excusas
La cabeza se aruñan
Y me sale con que tiene
Que irse hacer las uñas
Ya para el cacareo que la lengua se le hinche
La excusa favorita es por los bochinche
No se me saque de orbita
Y no nos jusgue a to'o
Por tan solo un par de hipocritas

Vean que cuando latigaron
Quejandose de su tajo
Cuando lo escupieron
No se movio para abajo
Cuando corona de espina vio en su frente
No se arrepintio de sufrir por la gente
En el madero no cambio su opinion
Y cundo le burlaron
Ningun insulto devolvio
Y teniendo pretexto
Para odiar su asesinos
Los perdono uno a uno
Por el santo Dios divino
Ahora mi pregunta es
Si El no dio excusas para entregar su vida al cien por ciento
Entonces porque nosotros damos excusa para entregar un
Poquito de nuestro tiempo

Que tu tiempo sea solamente de el Señor
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I Am Yours

Honestly, I don't know why, when I invite people
To go to church, the excuses rain down, but...

But I am yours, Lord
I am yours
My time belongs to you, Lord
You gave your life
To erase my flaws
Help me serve you
Without making excuses I see thousands like this
I find so many
Who step into a church
Only on Good Friday
Those for whom the word "worship"
Is synonymous with dread
With a couple of beers
They cure their ailments
Others who get agitated
If you mention church to them
And say that Sunday
Is for shopping
They swear they have
To wash the awning
And when I catch them
They head off to the pool
There are those who are stingy when it comes to offering
And they believe the whole message is a hoax
And after going to church
Only twice a year
They leave annoyed
Because they lose their seat
Others stay behind
To be caught up in drinks
The barbarians who stay behind because they're lazy
Those who, when making excuses to me,
Go half bald
And don't go because the pastor preaches too long

There are those who, inviting them is a joke
There are others who think about it
If I tell them how many girls attend
There are others who depend on being happy or sad
And when bad things happen
They remember that He exists
There are those who think the whole service is a vigil
And they say that Sunday
Is for spending time with family
There's the one who doesn't join any denomination
And there's the one who walks away
And never reconciles
I invite them to get in the car and they grumble
If it were for the club
They would pile into the car
While giving me excuses
They scratch their heads
And they come up with the excuse that they have
To go get their nails done
By now, their tongues are swollen from gossiping
Their favorite excuse is because of the gossip
Don't freak out
And don't judge us all
Just because of a couple of hypocrites

See that when they whipped him
Complaining about their work
When they spat on him
He didn't move down
When he saw the crown of thorns on his forehead
He didn't regret suffering for the people
On the cross, he didn't change his mind
And when they mocked him
He didn't return any insults
And having reason
To hate his murderers
He forgave them one by one
By the holy divine God
Now my question is
If He didn't make excuses to give his life one hundred percent
Then why do we make excuses to give a
Little bit of our time

May your time be only for the Lord
Hanzel the most versatile
Ivan 2filoz revolution airway
Yours Lord, yours Lord, yours, yours, yours
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