Bartimeo
Una multitud
Gritando se acerca Jesús
Quiere dejarse curar
Por el amor y la verdad
Nadie jamás
Podrá olvidar
Aquella caridad
Con que mira su majestad
Y a un leproso de rodillas
Contemplara sus heridas
Y a ese ciego bartimeo
Que gritaba desdel suelo
Ten compasión de mi
Hijo de david
Toca su piel
Mira al que no ve
Quiero que vaya
Limpio de verdad
Vete tu fe te ha salvado
Ánimo, no peques más
Aun si tropiezas
No te dejaré de curar
No te dejaré de curar
Y a un leproso de rodillas
Contemplara sus heridas
Y a ese ciego bartimeo
Que gritaba desdel suelo
Ten compasión de mi
Hijo de david
Y a un leproso de rodillas
Contemplara sus heridas
Y ese ciego bartimeo
Que gritaba desdel cielo
Ten compación de mi
Hijo de david
Bartimaeus
A crowd
Shouting Jesus is coming
He wants to be healed
By love and truth
Nobody ever
Will forget
That charity
With which his majesty looks
And to a leper on his knees
He would contemplate his wounds
And to that blind Bartimaeus
Who cried from the ground
Have compassion on me
Son of David
Touch his skin
Look at the one who can't see
I want him to go
Truly clean
Go, your faith has saved you
Take heart, sin no more
Even if you stumble
I will not stop healing you
I will not stop healing you
And to a leper on his knees
He would contemplate his wounds
And to that blind Bartimaeus
Who cried from the ground
Have compassion on me
Son of David
And to a leper on his knees
He would contemplate his wounds
And that blind Bartimaeus
Who cried from the sky
Have compassion on me
Son of David