Marcas da Dor - Shirley Carvalhaes перевод на английский

Marcas da Dor

A cruz no chão
Ao seu lado um carrasco e o martelo na mão
Olhando os pregos e a multidão Sentiu grande vazio no seu coração Pegaram o mestre deitaram sobre a cruz
Abriram seus braços não viram sua luz
Juntaram seus pés chamaram o carrasco
Ele se achegou
E ao lado do mestre se agachou
E o martelo subiu, subiu, subiu Sobre os pregos desceu, desceu, desceu
E bateu, bateu, bateu, bateu
Ergueram a cruz lá estava pregado do
Mundo a luz
Nenhum gemido sequer soltou Todos viram em seu rosto a marca da dor
Seu sangue jorrando, batendo no chão
Viu em todos os homens a ingratidão
Mas não se irou pediu ao pai perdão e o
Pai perdoou
Recebeu seu espiríto e chorou
Sua cabeça tombou, tombou, tombou
Sobre o peito caiu, caiu, caiu
E morreu, morreu, morreu, morreu Tudo em silêncio, nem as aves cantavam
Nem um som se ouvia Maria olhou a tumba vazia e ninguém se Lembrou
Que era o terceiro dia a tampa do túmulo
Estava caída
Meu mestre já tinha voltado à vida Onde está o meu mestre gritava maria
Quem o escondeu
Uma voz conhecida se fez ouvir
Quem procuras maria eis-me aqui, eis-me aqui
Ao teu lado estou, estou, estou Estou vivo, estou vivo, estou vivo, Vivo estou.

Marks of Pain

The cross on the ground
By his side an executioner with hammer in hand
Looking at the nails and the crowd He felt a great emptiness in his heart They took the master and laid him on the cross
They opened his arms, saw not his light
They brought his feet together, called the executioner
He approached
And beside the master he crouched
And the hammer rose, rose, rose Upon the nails it fell, fell, fell
And it struck, struck, struck, struck
They raised the cross, there he was nailed, the
Light of the world
Not a single moan escaped his lips All saw on his face the mark of pain
His blood gushing, hitting the ground
He saw in all men ingratitude
But he did not anger, he asked the Father for forgiveness and the
Father forgave
He received his spirit and wept
His head fell, fell, fell
Upon his chest it fell, fell, fell
And he died, died, died, died All was silent, not even the birds sang
Not a sound was heard Mary looked at the empty tomb and no one remembered
That it was the third day, the tomb's cover
Was fallen
My master had already returned to life Where is my master, cried Mary
Who has hidden him?
A familiar voice was heard
Whom do you seek, Mary? Here I am, here I am
By your side I am, am, am I am alive, I am alive, I am alive, alive I am.