Águas de Mara

In the desert mirage, an oasis I saw
But the crystal waters are bitter as gall
Illusions deceive me, hope was in vain
When the dream ends, my thirst is more cruel

But God is the Lord who heals me
He restores the fountains of my soul
Performs a miracle every day
Transforming my life
Into rich springs of living water
Sweet as honey

Many times those who find me feel the same sensation
As one who arrives at an oasis and finds illusion
Despite what is expected, I can offer little
I need a miracle to transform my existence

But God is the Lord who heals me
He restores the fountains of my soul
Performs a miracle every day
Transforming my life
Into rich springs of living water
Sweet as honey

But God is the Lord who heals me
He restores the fountains of my soul
Performs a miracle every day
Transforming my life
Into rich springs of living water
Sweet as honey