Maestro Se Encrespan Las Aguas
Himnario El Buen Pastor Cantado
Master, The Waters Are Rough
Master, the waters are choppy
And the storm roars
The great abysses of the sky
They are covered in darkness
Don't you see that we perish here?
You can sleep like this!
When the rough sea opens us
Deep grave here
The winds, the waves will hear your voice
Let there be peace! Let there be peace!
You calm the wrath of the black sea
You make the struggles of the soul cease
And so the little boat goes to the Lord
You cannot sink in the treacherous sea
Your will is done everywhere
Let there be peace!
Your voice resonates in the immensity
Let there be peace!
Master, my anguished being
He looks for you anxiously
Of my soul in the deep caverns
A cruel storm is unleashed
Sin passes in torrents
About my fragile being
And I perish, I perish, Master
Oh, please help me!
Master weathered the storm
The winds no longer roar
And on the crystal of the waters
The Sun will shine
Master, prolong this calm
Don't abandon me anymore
I will cross the abysses with you
Enjoying blessed peace!
