Cem Ovelhas
Eram cem ovelhas juntas num aprisco
Eram cem ovelhas que o pastor ciudou
Porem numa tarde ao conta-lás todas
Lhe faltava uma lhe faltava uma
E triste chorou
Qs noventa e nove deixou no aprisco
E pelas montanhas a busca-las foi
A encontrou gemendo tremendo de frio
Ungiu suas feridas
Tomou em seus braços
E ao redil voltou
Esta mesma historia volta a repetir-se
Com toda ovelha que perdida esta
Vagando no mundo sem paz
Sem consolo sem deus sem consolo
E sem seu perdão
One Hundred Sheep
There were a hundred sheep together in a fold
There were a hundred sheep that the shepherd cared for
But one afternoon when counting them all
One was missing, one was missing
And sadly he cried
He left the ninety-nine in the fold
And went to search for them through the mountains
He found one whimpering, trembling with cold
He anointed its wounds
Took it in his arms
And returned to the fold
This same story repeats itself
With every lost sheep
Wandering in the world without peace
Without comfort without God without comfort
And without his forgiveness