A Árvore da Cruz (feat. Rayssa Peres)

I wanted to know, from the woodcutter himself
What wood he used to make the cross?
Although I feel that the tree cried
When it fell to the ground
And the axe that worked it
Blinded by so much emotion

The cross, was the heaviest
On the outside they only saw wood
But inside were my sins
On the outside they only saw wood
But inside were my sins

I wanted to know, what the executioner felt
When he struck Jesus, with forty lashes
Causing so many welts, on the one who only did good?
Maybe the executioner felt
The pain of the lashes too?

The cross, was the heaviest
On the outside they only saw wood
But inside were my sins
On the outside they only saw wood
But inside were my sins

I wanted to know why the earth trembled
The sun darkened, and night fell
Was it a protest against the crime of the creator?
They showed to have more feelings
They proved to have more heart

The cross, was the heaviest
On the outside they only saw wood
But inside were my sins
On the outside they only saw wood
But inside were my sins

On the outside they only saw wood
But inside were my sins