O Cheiro das Águas
Diante do Trono
The Scent of the Waters
There's hope for the wounded
Like a tree cut down, marked by pain
Even if on the ground, the root ages
And on the floor, abandoned, its trunk dies
There's hope for the wounded
Like a tree cut down, marked by pain
Even if on the ground, the root ages
And on the floor, abandoned, its trunk dies
There's hope for you
At the scent of the waters, it will sprout
Like a new plant, it will bloom
Its branches will be renewed
Its fruits will not cease, and it will live
There's hope for the wounded
Like a tree cut down, marked by pain
Even if on the ground, the root ages
And on the floor, abandoned, its trunk dies
There's hope for you
At the scent of the waters, it will sprout
Like a new plant, it will bloom
Its branches will be renewed
Its fruits will not cease, and it will live
At the scent of the waters, it will sprout
Like a new plant, it will bloom
Its branches will be renewed
Its fruits will not cease, and it will live
Its branches will be renewed
Its fruits will not cease, and it will live
It will live
