Plegaria
Alberto Osorio
Prayer
Prayer that lifts my soul
To the sound of a slow toll
Prayer that lifts my soul
For the forsaken souls
The chapel's organ
Fills everything with emotion
While a soul on its knees
Asks for comfort, asks for forgiveness
Oh, woe is me!
Oh, Lord!
How much bitterness and pain
When the sun sets
A prayer!
And slowly dies
It springs from my soul!
Sweet love, suffering soul
Raises a prayer at dusk
The beautiful penitent died
She died and her repentant soul
Flew far away from this life
She left without complaint, timidly
And they say that on quiet nights
A song of sorrow is heard
And her sad soul forgave
The white bed of the troubadour
Oh, woe is me!
Oh, Lord!
How much bitterness and pain
When the sun sets
A prayer!
And slowly dies
It springs from my soul!
Sweet love, suffering soul
Raises a prayer at dusk
