Cantiga Por Francisco

My friend left his money
His inheritance and the rights he had
He was too young, the boy
Said the father, the neighbor, and the neighbor
My friend found the truth
And on his face bathed in light
Through the streets of his city
My friend imitated Jesus

Brother wind, brother Sun, sister Moon
Brother wolf, you are my brother
Nightingale, thrush, creatures of God
We are works of his hands
We are works of his hands

My friend lived without having anything
He chose poverty as a wife
He was too young, the boy
Could not be so sure
That's how he paved a way
For those who want to live only by love
He didn't stay alone for long
New people followed him fervently

Brother wind, brother Sun, sister Moon
Brother wolf, you are my brother
Nightingale, thrush, creatures of God
We are works of his hands
We are works of his hands

Nowadays, in the young people I see
Restless, in an unhappy world
I renew hope and desire
To come across Francis of Assisi
Lee jeans, barefoot, new world
A thousand ideas for renewal
They are the conscience of the people
May God grant that they grow as brothers

Brother wind, brother Sun, sister Moon
Brother wolf, you are my brother
Nightingale, thrush, creatures of God
We are works of his hands
We are works of his hands