O Amor Não Foi Amado

Love was not loved! How much hatred, how much pain!
The more torn apart, the more love flows like a river

Heart, yes, your heart is a source of life, a torrent of love
Heart, yes, may your heart make us, Lord, contemplative in action

From your pierced chest, let your church be born
Blood and water wash away sin and may she always be with the poor

Make the heart of man a new temple of prayer
Do not despise, oh heart!

And from the heart of the earth, bring forth a new people
And from death, hunger, and war, come to liberate us once again