Abençoa

Night and day, long early mornings
And the seed waits
And the ancient and ever new miracle
Fertilizes all the earth
From the dead and trampled grain, life will be born
On the table, here is the bread

Bless, oh! Lord
Our offering, give us your peace
And unity in your body
That it may also be consumed by us

Our vineyards, under the open sun
Are already blooming
And the dew, in silence, touches the first fruits
And the colors are brighter
The ripe grains light up
On the table, here is the wine

Bless, oh! Lord
Our offering, give us your peace
And unity in your blood
That it may also be consumed by us