Canción Para Un Hermano Misionero

I'm going to sing to you worthy of a gift like being a priest
What musical notes could it contain
That from a trembling grain of wheat in my hands
A God with a human body deigns to bloom

But the love of loves does not measure grace
And as if that weren't enough, he gave me one more gift
To bring but only one verb, the verb in my hands
And to have a brother sacrificing alongside me

Brothers in blood and brothers in soul
And brothers in the fire that springs from the altar
Two bodies, one victim, one soul, one priesthood
That will keep us united until eternity

You're leaving as a missionary to that distant country
But even though I may not see you with my eyes anymore
When we lift the Host, we will be one
United in the fire that springs from the altar

Don't forget that your life, brother, is in the Mass
That there is nothing greater that God can give us
That He stayed in your hands and that when we reach heaven
He himself will have us forever in his hands

Brothers in blood and brothers in soul
And brothers in the fire that springs from the altar
Two bodies, one victim, one soul, one priesthood
That will keep us united until eternity