Inocente

I'm going to tell a story that moved me
Of an innocent young girl who fell in love
And he gave himself completely, he never imagined
That with the passage of time I would have a pain

He cheated on her, he swore love to her
And discovering that already in his being
The fruit of that love was brewing

He didn't care and walked away
With a cruel gesture, saying that
She couldn't have that child

Crying, she sadly said: God, it can't be
May the father of the son I carry in me today expect that
That he should give up giving life to it and desist from it
Crying, that young woman told him: He has to be born

He is innocent, he has no evil
Fruit of love, of which I gave him
He is innocent, he has no evil
Fruit of love, of which I gave him

Feeling! Giants!
Oh, my life!

God does his things very well, listen to me
That faith moves mountains, I know very well
Do not be ashamed of the child to be born
Because it is a blessed fruit that must be loved

You have to be strong, woman
You have to suffer and you have to cry
But I'm sure, I know that your life will change

Resignation, a lot of courage
You have to have to understand
Now it's your turn to be a mother and a father too

Walk and don't hide your gaze, there is nothing to fear
That around every corner, there is a love
But that child you carry in your womb is part of you
Smiling, he understood my words and said again

He is innocent, he has no evil
Fruit of love, of which I gave him
He is innocent, he has no evil
Fruit of love, of which I gave him

He is innocent, he has no evil
Fruit of love, of which I gave him
He is innocent, he has no evil
Fruit of love, of which I gave him

He is innocent, he has no evil
Fruit of love, of which I gave him
He is innocent, he has no evil
Fruit of love, of which I gave him