El Buen Pastor

High up in the sky you can hear a soybean
Of love, tears fall behind the veil while
Prayer is raised, the Good Shepherd

My father, your children have forgotten you, my father
How they mock your commands
Not even with my death could I teach them what your law is

There is no one like my mother
But there are some who deserve that you give them strength
For those struggles that you and your children must overcome day after day

They kill each other, they steal each other
They no longer even respect the wife of a faithful friend
Damned vices, that drown them
They've turned into rock, why? Why?

The good shepherd said
He who follows me will lack nothing

But what slaves live off vice?
They are slaves of evil

Mothers, what children do you have?
Take care of them and you will win

Because I am the way
Because I am the truth, he said

But where will we get to?
If this continues, how will it go?

You call many your father my father
But very few will listen to you

Useless effort of this son of yours
That your flock wanted to save

False prophets are seen daily
That cover the world with storm

Everything in his mind has turned to rock
Humanity will soon become extinct