Quiebro Mi Vaso
Som do Reino
I Break My Glass
At your feet I am
To give you all that I am
In front of you
Receive here Lord
My perfume and my tears
That will fall
Just by looking at your face
I was forgiven
After I saw you
And all my treasures
I will pour out before you
I break my glass
I break my glass
At your feet
At the feet of my Beloved
And no matter the price
Of the spilled perfume
Your presence is worth more
Your presence is worth more
