Rosa Vermelha

Looking at this world, He saw a great multitude
Walking alone, with nothing in my hand
His life was a red rose planted on a cross
Those who passed by Him felt compassion

The rose wilting, bleeding, fading in pain
Losing color, unable to breathe
But its fragrance clings to the hand that crushed it
And the one who hurt her, granted forgiveness

Now her blood is pouring out, falling to the ground
Three days dying, oh vile loneliness
On the third day, the world was filled with flowers
And the red rose bloomed again

Jesus is the Lily of the Valley, the Rose of Sharon
Even its thorns are marks of love
And now He lives planting a large garden
If you want, it will be a flower, a flower

Now her blood is pouring out, falling to the ground
Three days dying, oh vile loneliness
On the third day, the world was filled with flowers
And the red rose bloomed again

Jesus is the Lily of the Valley, the Rose of Sharon
Even its thorns are marks of love
And now He lives planting a large garden
If you want, it will be a flower, a flower, a flower