Alabado Seas Mi Señor
Juan XXIII
Praised Be My Lord
Every morning I lived
All the sins I committed
The enchantment of a love
The sacrifice of Jesus
When he was lying there on the cross
Sundays at the club
Except that Christ is still there on the cross
The columns of the cathedral
And the pope prays on Sundays
For the capital
Everyone prays and prays
Everyone under God
Life is projected
Praised be my Lord!
Every time you guide me
Every sensation
Life is projected
Praised be my Lord!
I saw their faces of resignation
I saw them very sad, full of pain
I saw many sins that are now erased
By the glory and grace of our Lord
Everything finally happened
Only that time did not wait for them
The melancholy of dying in this world
And living without any reason
Everyone prays and prays
Everyone under God
Life is projected
Praised be my Lord!
Every time you guide me
Every sensation
Life is projected
Praised be my Lord!
I know you from before
From before yesterday
I know you from before
When I sinned, I distanced myself from you
I carry your great love
I carry the light of the train
I carry a wandering destiny
I carry your marks on my skin
And today I only see you again
And today I only see you again
And today I only see you again
