Águas Passadas

One day I passed
By great trial
I cried a lot
My disappointment
My days passed by
In a valley of sorrows
Where the birds didn't sing and there were no flowers

The wind was blowing
It was raining outside
My soul cried
In cruel agony
The dark night
It came down upon me
A night of bitterness
That I thought would never end

Water under the bridge
They don't move the mill
In my footsteps, no
There are no more thorns
I was renewed
In my soul there is peace
Jesus comes with me
And the sad danger
Left behind

Sometimes I need
Think a little
That the roses are so beautiful
They produce thorns
But they give aroma
And they decorate too
That's just how the evidence is
That befall me

So many tears
That one day I cried
They were made of stones
And I collected
In precious stones
Of rare value
That decorate today
My path of love

Water under the bridge
They don't move the mill
In my footsteps, no
There are no more thorns
I was renewed
In my soul there is peace
Jesus comes with me
And the sad danger
Left behind

Jesus comes with me
And the sad danger
Left behind