Dormitar

Despised and the last man of sorrows
And knowing the infirmity and almost hidden
His face and despised, from whom we did not esteem him
Truly he has borne our sicknesses and our pains

He himself bore and we thought him as a leper
And struck by God and humiliated
But he was wounded for our iniquities
He was bruised for our sins
The chastisement of our peace was upon him and by his stripes we are healed

Simply fall, in your arms
Doze off, reach you doze off
Simply fall, in your arms
Doze off, reach you doze off
Until deep sleep

We are prey to the wind, victims of the humidity
Of our tears, in the midst of the mist
Of our defeats, we appease the brave light
Of our souls contemplating morbid skies
Discarding the deficiency covering it
With sands of disillusion

Take me at the end of my life
I want to see the hidden face
In my deep sleep