El Redentor
Ya no tenía na' que hacerle, ay, ay
Y le escupen, y le abofetean
Y lo coronan de espinas
Sangre pura chorrea por su carita divina, ay
Era un día de jueves santo, ay
Sol y luna hace eclipse
Temblaron con los elementos
Cuando pidió el redentor
The Redeemer
Had nothin' left to do to him, ay, ay
They spit on him, they slap him
And crown him with thorns
Pure blood drips down his divine little face, ay
It was a Holy Thursday, ay
Sun and moon eclipse
The elements trembled
When the redeemer asked
Escrita por: Rosalia Vila Tobella / Raül Refree