Marcas da Dor

The cross on the ground
By your side a hangman and a hammer in hand
Looking at the nails and the crowd
He felt a great emptiness in his heart
They took my master, laid him on the cross
Opened his arms
They didn't see his light

They gathered his feet
Called the hangman and he approached
And beside the master he crouched
And the hammer went up, up, up, up
Down on the nails, down, down, down
And struck, struck, struck, struck, struck

They raised the cross
There he was nailed, the world's light
Not a groan, not even a cry
Everyone saw in his face the mark of pain
His blood flowing, hitting the ground
He saw in all men
The ingratitude

But he did not get angry
He asked the father for forgiveness, and the father forgave
Received his spirit
And wept
His head fell, fell, fell
On his chest it fell, fell, fell
And he died, died, died, died, died

All silence
Not even the birds sang
No sound was heard
Mary looked
The empty tomb
And no one remembered
That it was the third day

The tomb cover was fallen
My master had already come back to life
Where is my master?
Mary shouted: who hid him?
And a familiar voice
Was heard
Who are you looking for Mary?
Here I am, here I am
By your side I am, I am, I am

I am alive
I am alive
I am alive
I am alive
I am alive

I am alive
I am alive
I am alive
I am alive
I am alive
I am alive
I am alive
I am alive
I am alive
I am alive
I am alive
I am alive
I am alive
I am alive