Um Grande Clamor

Ah, constant and so incessant groan a great cry
I hear cries of someone detained about to die
Souls lamenting and in tears
Crying for help, and for compassion
And the man here as if to say
I did my part, I will wash my hands

Do we have such calm
That the cry of souls does not distress us
Or have we forgotten
That a soul has immense value
Does the all-knowing God consider innocent
Any brother
Who should have learned the lessons
But became a coward by folding his hands

Man runs all the time
After money, losing sight
And the gifts that God entrusts to him
He renounces going back
But it is good to emphasize that God takes no pleasure in those who retreat
And the blood of the innocent poor
From the hands of these believers
God will require

Do we have such calm
That the cry of souls does not distress us
Or have we forgotten
That a soul has immense value
Does the all-knowing God consider innocent
Any brother
Who should have learned the lessons
But became a coward by folding his hands
But it is good to emphasize that God takes no pleasure in those who retreat
And the blood of the innocent poor
From the hands of these believers
God will require God will require