Um Grande Clamor

Ah, constant groaning and so incessant a great cry
I hear the cries of someone in prison about to die
They are souls weeping and crying
Crying for help, and for compassion
And the man here as if to say
I did my part, I'll wash my hands

Are we so calm?
May the cry of souls not distress us
Or have we already forgotten?
That a soul has immense value
Does the omniscient God consider innocent?
To any brother
That should have won the souls
But he played the coward by shrinking his hands

The man runs all the time
Behind the money losing sight
And the gifts that God entrusts to you
He resigns by going back
However, it is important to emphasize that God has no pleasure in those who retreat
And the blood of the poor innocent
From the hands of these believers
God will require

Are we so calm?
May the cry of souls not distress us
Or have we already forgotten?
That a soul has immense value
Does the omniscient God consider innocent?
To any brother
That should have won the souls
But he played the coward by shrinking his hands
However, it is important to emphasize that God has no pleasure in those who retreat
And the blood of the poor innocent
From the hands of these believers
God will require God will require