Por Los Pecados Que No Tengo

Oh! Father of light who made the sky,
It also seems like the hard hell,
I'm nailed to a cross on this wood,
My life marked in blood and fire,
For the sins I don't have.

It seems so normal for them to do this,
Maybe I shouldn't be humbled, maybe I was a fool.
Don't let me drag myself through the dirt,
Convince me that you're just and good,
For the sins I don't have.

Oh! Father of light who made fear,
Oh! Father of light if you can see us,
Listen, why don't you make an invention?
Take me back to the moment they made me,
For the sins I don't have.

At home, there are only four of us,
If there's nothing to share, that's too many.
These hands don't know about charity,
They'd rather be struck down by lightning,
For the sins I don't have.