A Árvore da Cruz
Eu queria saber do próprio lenhador
Que madeira ele usou para fazer a cruz
Embora eu sinta que a árvore
Chorou quando caiu no chão
E o machado que a lavrou
Cegou-se de tanta emoção
A cruz foi a mais pesada
Por fora só havia madeira
Mas por dentro estavam meus pecados
Por fora só havia madeira
Mas por dentro estavam meus pecados
Eu queria saber o que o carrasco sentiu
Quando a Jesus feriu
Com quarenta açoites
Fazendo tantos vergões naquele
Que só fez o bem
Quem sabe o carrasco sentiu
A dor dos açoites também
A cruz foi a mais pesada
Por fora só havia madeira
Mas por dentro estavam meus pecados
Por fora só havia madeira
Mas por dentro estavam meus pecados
Eu queria saber porque a terra tremeu
E o Sol se recolheu e a noite chegou
Se foi protesto ao crime
Do autor da criação
Provaram ter mais sentimentos
Provaram ter mais coração
A cruz foi a mais pesada
Por fora só havia madeira
Mas por dentro estavam meus pecados
Por fora só havia madeira
Mas por dentro estavam meus pecados
Por fora só havia madeira
Mas por dentro estavam meus pecados
Por fora só havia madeira
Mas por dentro estavam meus pecados
The Tree of the Cross
I wanted to know from the woodcutter himself
What wood he used to make the cross
Although I feel that the tree
Cried when it fell to the ground
And the axe that carved it
Blinded by so much emotion
The cross was the heaviest
On the outside there was only wood
But inside were my sins
On the outside there was only wood
But inside were my sins
I wanted to know what the executioner felt
When he struck Jesus
With forty lashes
Creating so many welts on the one
Who only did good
Maybe the executioner felt
The pain of the lashes too
The cross was the heaviest
On the outside there was only wood
But inside were my sins
On the outside there was only wood
But inside were my sins
I wanted to know why the earth trembled
And the Sun withdrew and night fell
If it was a protest to the crime
Of the author of creation
They proved to have more feelings
They proved to have more heart
The cross was the heaviest
On the outside there was only wood
But inside were my sins
On the outside there was only wood
But inside were my sins
On the outside there was only wood
But inside were my sins
On the outside there was only wood
But inside were my sins
Escrita por: João Chalegre