I do not forget myself a dream
When I woke up, a taste bitter taste in me was
I remember the love of a man for its people
Of its sad one to look in a cross

I so only met in that instant
When seeing drops of blood in its face to drain
Of its eyes I saw the innocence to live
What I made I do not know, I could not understand

Father! I do not want to feel the taste bitter taste of this cálice the veil if he left in two. he had darknesses
Then I could understands
It died for me and you
As a lamb if sacrificed