Camino de la cruz
Silencioso pasas cargando tu cruz
Tu cruz que no es tuya sino mía
Descalzo sobre el polvo de tu querida tierra
Que hoy te condena por amar a cualquiera
Pasas entre la gente sin reprocharles nada
Y miras silencioso que el camino se alarga
Con los hombros hinchados por llevar el madero
Un madero cargado de pecados del pueblo
Aquel sacrificio en que culmina tu vida
De 33 cortos años, largamente sufrida
33 años de vida hondo predicador
de tan noble evangelio y tan noble misión
Para estos palos naciste
Pa´ salvar hombres como yo
Débiles peregrinos que no entonan canción
Tú te mueres tantas veces
En mi calle y mi nación
Y loco de amor mueres de forma atroz
Tú no tenías cruz buscaste las mías
Y por mucho que caigas sin embargo caminas
Seguiré tus pasos amigo Jesús
Al final mi locura, locura de cruz
Gracias, Señor, gracias
Por cargar con tu cruz
Tu cruz que no es tuya
Sino mía.
Way of the Cross
Silently you pass carrying your cross
Your cross that is not yours but mine
Barefoot on the dust of your beloved land
That today condemns you for loving anyone
You pass among the people without reproaching them
And silently watch as the road lengthens
With shoulders swollen from carrying the wood
A wood burdened with the sins of the people
That sacrifice in which your life culminates
Of 33 short years, long suffered
33 years of life, deep preacher
Of such noble gospel and noble mission
For these sticks you were born
To save men like me
Weak pilgrims who do not sing
You die so many times
In my street and my nation
And madly in love you die atrociously
You didn't have a cross, you sought mine
And no matter how many times you fall, you still walk
I will follow your steps, friend Jesus
In the end, my madness, madness of the cross
Thank you, Lord, thank you
For carrying your cross
Your cross that is not yours
But mine.