O Tempo Não Para

It will rain as much as necessary to grow
Prune me as much as necessary to change
So that I have a little bit of you in me
Empty myself in the end to fill myself with your desire

Time doesn't stop waiting for me
If it's not your grace, what remains in the end?
Time doesn't stop to lose without reason
I throw myself at your feet and find myself in your hands

It will rain whatever is necessary to grow