A Morrer Crucificado
Paulo Roberto
Dying Crucified
Dying crucified
Your Jesus is condemned
For your crimes, sinner
For your crimes, sinner
By the Sorrowful Virgin
Your Mother so merciful
Forgive me, my Jesus
Forgive me, my Jesus
With the cross he is carried
And burdened by the weight
He will die for your love
He will die for your love
Oppressed by the cross
Jesus falls, exhausted
For your salvation
For your salvation
From tearful Mary
In a pitiful encounter
See the immense compassion
See the immense compassion
In extreme faintness
He received help, so tired
Accepting the Cyrene
Accepting the Cyrene
His face bloodied
By Veronica wiped
Behold, on the cloth, it appeared
Behold, on the cloth, it appeared
Fainting again
Overwhelmed by pain
The Savior falls to the ground
The Savior falls to the ground
By the pious women
Daughters of sorrowful Zion
Jesus is the consoler
Jesus is the consoler
Falling a third time
Under the doubled weight
Of sins and the cross
Of sins and the cross
Stripped of his garments
Mistreated by executioners
I see You, my Jesus
I see You, my Jesus
Nailed to the cross for me
Insulted, blasphemed
With blindness and fury
With blindness and fury
You suffered for my crimes
My Jesus, you died for me
Oh, how great is my pain
Oh, how great is my pain
Taken from the wood
And handed over to the Mother
With what pain and compassion!
With what pain and compassion!
Left in the tomb
Buried, they wept for You
Heart full of sorrow
Heart full of sorrow
My Jesus, for Your steps
Receive in Your arms
Me, poor sinner
Me, poor sinner