(Tradução)A árvore e a cruz

Mara Lima

I wanted to know the actual lumberjack
Which wood he used to make the cross?
Although I feel that the tree
She cried when she fell to the ground
And the ax who drew them,
Broke with emotion

The cross was the heavier
Outside only saw wood
But inside was my sins
Outside only saw wood
But inside was my sins

I wanted to know what the executioner felt
When Jesus wounded, with forty lashes
Doing so many bruises, that he only did good?
Perhaps he felt the executioner,
The pain of the lashes as well?

I wondered why the earth shook,
The sun retreated, and night came
If the crime was protesting the author of creation?
Shown to have more feelings
Proved to have more heart