O Preço do Dom

The weather has closed in, the wind is passing by
War has surrounded me, but I am fighting
The gift manifests, to console us
The soul, then groaning, begins to cry out

But the price of the gift is tears, the anguish of the soul in pain
Your tears cry for help and assistance to your creator

I think no one understands me, they don't perceive my suffering
They don't feel my distress, no one comes to help me
God's gift is beautiful
But the price is to cry, to go through trials by fire, without ever giving up

If you are crying, not understanding why
Suffering presents itself, the flesh does not want to suffer
Know that your affliction, that is the price of the gift
But believe, my brother, God will rescue you from prison