Rosa vermelha

Looking at this world, he saw a huge crowd
Walking alone with nothing in hand
His life was a red rose nailed to the cross
Those who passed by felt compassion

The rose wilting, bleeding, fading in pain
Losing its color without a breath
But its fragrance clings to the hand that crushed it
And the one who hurt it granted forgiveness

Now his blood is pouring, falling to the ground
Three days dying, oh what loneliness!
On the third day, the world filled with flowers
And the red rose bloomed again

Jesus is the lily of the valleys, Rose of Sharon
Even his thorns are marks of love
And now he lives to plant a great garden
If you want, you can be a flower

Now his blood is pouring, falling to the ground
Three days dying, oh what loneliness!
On the third day, the world filled with flowers
And the red rose bloomed again

Jesus is the lily of the valleys, Rose of Sharon
Even his thorns are marks of love
And now he lives to plant a great garden
If you want, you can be a flower