A Árvore da Cruz

I wanted to know from the lumberjack himself
What wood he used to make the cross
Although I feel the tree cried when it fell to the ground
And the axe that shaped it blinded from so much emotion

The cross was the heaviest
On the outside they only saw wood
But inside were my sins
On the outside they only saw wood
But inside were my sins

I wanted to know what the executioner felt
When he struck Jesus with forty lashes
Creating so many welts on the one who only did good
Maybe the executioner felt the pain of the lashes too

The cross was the heaviest
On the outside they only saw wood
But inside were my sins
On the outside they only saw wood
But inside were my sins

I wanted to know why the Earth trembled
The Sun withdrew and night fell
If it was a protest to the crime against the Creator
They showed to have more feelings, proved to have more heart

The cross was the heaviest
On the outside they only saw wood
But inside were my sins
On the outside they only saw wood
But inside were my sins
On the outside they only saw wood
But inside were my sins