Dios Mio, Escucha Mi Oración
Dios mío, de corazón te vengo a pedir
Llévate a Noel lejos de aquí
A Arabia, a Túnez, a Jamaica o Berlín
Si es posible al África, para que deje de mentir
Él solo hace daño, no sabe amar
Obliga a los niños a acusar
A su mamita, madre de su madre
Te pido que lo alejes, que no pueda dañarle
Los niños ya tienen un gran dolor
Perdieron a su madre, su único amor
Dales consuelo, quítales la opresión
Y protege sus vidas de toda traición
Él solo hace daño, no sabe amar
Obliga a los niños a acusar
A su mamita, madre de su madre
Te pido que lo alejes, que no pueda dañarle
Por mis padres, Señor, también quiero clamar
Perder a su hija fue un golpe fatal
Sufrieron en silencio, cargaron su dolor
Dios mío, ilumínalos con tu luz
Él solo hace daño, no sabe amar
Obliga a los niños a acusar
A su mamita, madre de su madre
Llévalo lejos, no dejes que vuelva a dañarle
Dios mío, escucha mi oración
Te lo pido de todo corazón
My God, Hear My Prayer
My God, I come to ask you from my heart
Take Noel away from here
To Arabia, to Tunisia, to Jamaica or Berlin
If possible, to Africa, so that it stops lying
He only hurts, he doesn't know how to love
Forces children to accuse
To his mother, mother of his mother
I ask you to take him away, so that he cannot harm you
The children are already in great pain
They lost their mother, their only love
Give them comfort, take away their oppression
And protects their lives from all betrayal
He only hurts, he doesn't know how to love
Forces children to accuse
To his mother, mother of his mother
I ask you to take him away, so that he cannot harm you
For my parents, Lord, I also want to cry out
Losing her daughter was a fatal blow
They suffered in silence, they carried their pain
My God, enlighten them with your light
He only hurts, he doesn't know how to love
Forces children to accuse
To his mother, mother of his mother
Take him away, don't let him hurt you again
My God, hear my prayer
I ask you with all my heart
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