Me Voy a La Montaña

I'm going to the mountain, looking for him,
He does me so much good, if the world knew it,
And if they also knew that he,
He gave his being so that no one dies.

I'm going to the mountain looking for peace,
I am calm there surrounded by the wind,
And a figure I begin to see,
It seems familiar to me; it's the master.

We must go back to talk to him,
Hear his voice, touch his hands,
That good Jesus is no longer on the cross,
He continues to illuminate with his light.

One day in the mountain I asked him:
Lord, tell me what you would do in my place,
He said, John, if you look closely,
Eating only my bread would benefit you.

In one of those times I saw him cry,
For that multitude of people who do not listen,
They have hearts of stone, they dress in kindness,
But their wickedness is great.