O Choro

I want to see the tired sun shining
In a sad twilight
To see the first shine of the moon
And the first star born

When a pain will take
My fading smile
I know that tomorrow when I wake up
Jesus Christ will take away my pain

The cry may last a night
But joy comes early in the morning

The stars may form
Whips against me
But Christ comes in the morning
And takes away my fear