El brujo
Pobre brujo de la aldea está de mal humor,
le dolieron las palabras del predicador.
Oh-e-o-e-oh, el predicador.
Oh-e-o-ae-o, sólo habló de amor.
Los nativos de la aldea oyen del amor,
que Jesús bajo del cielo como Salvador.
Oh-e-o-e-oh, porque Jesús murió.
Oh-e-o-ae-o, y resucitó.
El brujo no entiende, no quiere creer,
pero su danza no tiene poder.
Imágenes mudas, brebajes de olor,
pero no calla el predicador.
Dios bendito ven, desciende y tócale, no tardes Señor.
Dios bendito ven, desciende y llámale, clama el predicador.
Oh-e-o-e-oh, Oh-e-o-ae-o.
En su choza una noche el brujo despertó,
se quedó más que asombrado por lo que soñó.
Oh-e-o-e-oh, el Señor le habló.
Oh-e-o-ae-o, el Señor le habló.
Dos siluetas en la jungla, hacen oración,
y en el cielo se hace fiesta, Dios le perdonó.
Oh-e-o-e-oh, porque Jesús murió.
Oh-e-o-ae-o, y resucitó.
El brujo no es brujo, ya no quiere danzar,
todos los ritos quedaron atrás.
El brujo no es brujo, ya no quiere callar,
cada mañana, le gusta cantar.
Dios bendito ven...
The Sorcerer
Poor sorcerer of the village is in a bad mood,
he was hurt by the words of the preacher.
Oh-e-o-e-oh, the preacher.
Oh-e-o-ae-o, he only spoke of love.
The villagers hear about love,
that Jesus came down from heaven as Savior.
Oh-e-o-e-oh, because Jesus died.
Oh-e-o-ae-o, and rose again.
The sorcerer doesn't understand, doesn't want to believe,
but his dance has no power.
Silent images, smelly potions,
but the preacher won't be silenced.
Holy God come, descend and touch him, don’t take too long, Lord.
Holy God come, descend and call him, cries the preacher.
Oh-e-o-e-oh, Oh-e-o-ae-o.
In his hut one night the sorcerer woke up,
he was more than amazed by what he dreamed.
Oh-e-o-e-oh, the Lord spoke to him.
Oh-e-o-ae-o, the Lord spoke to him.
Two silhouettes in the jungle, praying,
and in heaven there's a celebration, God forgave him.
Oh-e-o-e-oh, because Jesus died.
Oh-e-o-ae-o, and rose again.
The sorcerer is no longer a sorcerer, he doesn’t want to dance,
all the rituals are left behind.
The sorcerer is no longer a sorcerer, he doesn’t want to be quiet,
every morning, he loves to sing.
Holy God come...