Rosa vermelha

Looking at this world he saw a great multitude
Walking alone with nothing in hand
Your life was a red rose nailed to the cross
Anyone who passed by him felt compassion

The wilting rose
Bleeding, oozing in pain
Losing color without expiration
But its scent clings to the hand that crushed it
And whoever hurt her granted forgiveness

Now your blood is pouring down onto the ground
Three days dying, oh what loneliness!
On the third day the world was filled with flowers
And the red rose, bloomed again

Jesus is the lily of the valley, Rose of Sharon
Even your thorns are marks of love
And now he lives planting a big garden
If you want, it will be a flower

Now your blood is pouring down onto the ground
Three days dying, oh what loneliness!
On the third day the world was filled with flowers
And the red rose, bloomed again

Jesus is the lily of the valley, Rose of Sharon
Even your thorns are marks of love
And now he lives planting a big garden
If you want, it will be a flower