Rosa Vermelha

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

The rose withering, bleeding, fading in pain
Losing color, breathless
But its perfume clings to the hand that crushed it
And those who hurt it were granted forgiveness

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

Jesus is the lily of the valleys, the Rose of Sharon
Even his thorns are marks of love
Now He lives to plant a great garden
And if you want, you will be a flower

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

Jesus is the lily of the valleys, the Rose of Sharon
Even his thorns are marks of love
Now He lives to plant a great garden
And if you want, you will be a flower

Jesus is the lily of the valleys, the Rose of Sharon
Even his thorns are marks of love
Now He lives to plant a great garden
And if you want, you will be a flower, a flower