Le Llaman Jesús
RAPHAEL
They Call Him Jesus
There is a man who is alone,
His gaze is sad,
With his wounded hands,
That won't stop bleeding.
He planted all the flowers,
He has many relatives,
He has lands, he has seas,
But he lives in solitude.
They call him Jesus.
They call him Jesus.
There.....
They call him Jesus.
They call him Jesus.
Each time he is more alone,
His brothers forgot him,
Unintentionally hurt him
And today he is dying of pain.
He has lived more than a thousand years
And always seems like a child,
The one who gave so much love,
Today they deny him love.
They call him Jesus.
They call him Jesus.
There.....
They call him Jesus.
They call him Jesus.
La… lararararairarara…
Each time he is more alone,
His brothers forgot him,
Unintentionally hurt him,
Today he is dying of pain.
He has lived more than a thousand years
And always seems like a child,
The one who gave so much love,
Today they deny him love.
They call him Jesus.
They call him Jesus.
There.....
They call him Jesus.
They call him Jesus.
There... lalalalalailalaila......
