El Ausente
Pastor Lopez
The Absent One
Every morning
I see an elderly lady
Very desperate
Asking for her son
But she doesn't know
That he was an Absent Inmate
They captured him
And sentenced him
Listen, Mr. Judge
I don't make excuses
I don't ask for forgiveness
But I beg you
To bring my Mother
I want to see her
Kiss her little eyes
That have cried so much
Keep in my mind
Her blessed face
That I have withered
And left alone
It's night and in his cell
A lament is heard
It's night and in his cell
A lament is heard
Listen, Mr. Judge
I don't make excuses
I don't ask for forgiveness
But I beg you
To bring my Mother
I want to see her
Kiss her little eyes
That have cried so much
Keep in my mind
Her blessed face
That I have withered
And left alone
Nobody is free
We all stumble
Prison of hospitals
Covers our ages
I will pay for my sins
And I will be by your side
To adore you
And never leave you
It's night and in his cell
A lament is heard
It's night and in his cell
A lament is heard
It's night and in his cell
A lament is heard
It's night and in his cell
A lament is heard
