Alma Que Ociosa Te Sientas

Soul that feels idle
Wasting the opportunity
Is it possible that you don't feel
My pains, my insults
My death, sorrow, and pain?
Hurry up and get up
For your lover calls you
Look for the precious stone
You will find it, lovingly
If you walk the sacred path

Tears from the heart
Let's cry out of pure pain
So that we all achieve
The fruits of the Passion

In the first station
I want you to pay attention
With how much resignation
I endured for your redemption
More than five thousand lashes
Man, look and consider
Moved by compassion
That in this first station
They sentence me to die
Between one thief and another

Walk to the second
You will see in various tumult
The whole town decides
That to the sound of a hoarse horn
They lead me to Calvary
A crier is guiding
To the prominent summit
And the innocent lamb
Is burdened with a cross
The discomfort and sorrow

I fell in the third station
And everyone there shouted
'Let the liar die, let him die!'
And with fierce indignation
They lifted me from the ground
A rope around my throat
They threw to pull
But with such violence
That to set my foot
They barely give me space

Tears from the heart
Let's cry out of pure pain
So that we all achieve
The fruits of the Passion