Traducción: Edson Cordeiro. It´s Raining Men (Aleluia).
Lyrics: Charlson Ximenes Music: Sueli Costa Since I was a boy I listen to this voice It heals me, inspires me It makes me cry It enhances my senses
A sacred cash cow with sickly tits Dripping temptation for hypocrites Tone deftly beaten, the prosperous Endlessly stating the obvious Caught in your
Holy lamb, see the world we started Is it so low again? Like a light that's lost upon the stage So the more it shines, it goes away Surely then, see
You want to blame me for the way you hate yourself You think you can find who you are in someone else Criticize who already found their positioning You
Thank you for the cross, Lord Thank you for the price You paid Bearing all my sin and shame, in love You came And gave amazing grace Thank you for this
Thank you for the cross, Lord Thank you for the price You paid Bearing all my sin and shame In love You came and gave amazing grace Thank you for this
Your only Son, no sin to hide But You have sent Him from Your side To walk upon this guilty sod And to become the Lamb of God Your gift of love, they
Walking on the road to Jerusalem The time had come to sacrifice again My two small sons, they walk beside me on the road The reason that they came was
To the Pharisees of the twenty-first century To those who know only religious ceremonies Crooked liars behind pedestals Got bibles in their hands but
Now behold the Lamb, the Precious Lamb of God Born into sin that I may live again The Precious Lamb of God, the Precious Lamb of God Holy is the Lamb
Quién es El? Su grandeza es sin igual Quién es El? La tierra tiembla a su llamar Quién es El? Que pagando un precio vil Murió
You've got your reputation I've got anonymity I've got my self-respect You can't take that from me You've got to protect your interests You've got your
If I should die this very moment, I wouldn't fear For I've never known completeness like being here Wrapped in the warmth of you, loving every breath
I have been here for so long I've carried all the weight 'til something pulls me underneath the tide Climb to where the air is thin so I can breathe
Hear the cries of the shackled from the onset of time, For the chains of defeat theres no key. See the tears of the broken, the cries of the slaves: Is
So goddamn easy to write this You make it spill on the page So drunk on your self, self-righteous The laughing stock of your own fucking stage But I
So rapid the raptors, as coursers they came All the scratching and screaming, I barely escaped While the fuel cells, they drained far too fast, I am dragged