Não Tinha Nada

I had nothing to offer you
I had nothing I could put on your altar
I only thought about the sins I've committed
I only thought about the brothers I didn't make happy
Then I remembered
Then I remembered

More than gold, more than silver, more than any gift
What You want is my heart
More than gold, more than silver, more than any gift
What You want is my heart.

With open hands and in procession
I offer you the fruit of the work of the brothers
Here are my hands, I am a worker
I carry in my hands this sign, a sign of my love
While I worked, this is what I thought:

More than gold, more than silver, more than any gift
What You want is my heart
More than gold, more than silver, more than any gift
What You want is my heart.