Derrama
Jeferson Pillar
Pour Out
As it was at Pentecost I want to ask you
Your spirit here makes it fall
Because I can't stand this agony anymore
This life of hypocrisy
Come and dwell in me
Come purify all my living
With your rain of glory and power
Pour out, pour out
Your rain in this place
Pour out, pour out
Your rain to wash me
As it was at Pentecost I want to ask you
Your spirit here makes it fall
Because I can't stand this agony anymore
This life of hypocrisy
Come and dwell in me
Come purify all my living
With your rain of glory and power
Pour out, pour out
Your rain in this place (pour out in this place)
Pour out, pour out
Your rain to wash me
Pour out, pour out
Your rain in this place
Pour out, Lord
Pour out, Lord
Your rain to wash me
Pour out (over us)
Pour out (in all my living)
Your rain in this place
Pour out, Lord
Pour out, Lord
Your rain to wash me
Pour out, pour out
Your rain in this place
Pour out, Lord
Pour out, Lord
Your rain to wash me
