Natalie Grant
Natalie Grant - Held Spaanse vertaling songtekst
Je score:
Sostenido
Dos meses es muy poco Lo dejaron ir No tenían curación repentina Pensar que la providencia Tomaría un niño de su madre Mientras ora, es terrible Quién nos dijo que seriamos rescatados Qué ha cambiado y Por qué debemos ser salvados de las pesadillas Estamos preguntando por qué esto sucede a nosotros Quién ha muerto para vivir, es injusto Esto es lo que significa ser sostenido1 Cómo se siente, cuando lo sagrado es arrancado de su vida Y usted sobrevive Esto es lo que es ser amado y saber Que la promesa fue cuando todo se vino a cabo Seriamos sostenidos Esta mano es amargura Queremos probarlo y Dejar que el odio entumece2 nuestras penas La sabia mano3 abre lentamente Para lirios del valle y mañana Si la esperanza que nace del sufrimiento Si esto es sólo el principio No podemos esperar por una hora Mirando a nuestro salvador Esto es lo que significa ser sostenido Cómo se siente, cuando lo sagrado es arrancado de su vida Y usted sobrevive Esto es lo que es ser amado y saber Que la promesa fue cuando todo se vino a cabo Seriamos sostenidos Seriamos sostenidos Esto es lo que significa ser sostenido 1. Sostenido (sostener) might be a better word, but please suggest another if this one makes no sense.2. It can also be the word 'adormecer', but entumece sounded better?3. I'm confident about this translated part, since I've heard it before (but correct me anyway)
Held
Two months is too little. They let him go. They had no sudden healing. To think that providence would Take a child from his mother while she prays Is appalling. Who told us we'd be rescued? What has changed and why should we be saved from nightmares? We're asking why this happens To us who have died to live? It's unfair. This is what it means to be held. How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life And you survive. This is what it is to be loved. And to know that the promise was When everything fell we'd be held. This hand is bitterness. We want to taste it, let the hatred know our sorrow. The wise hands opens slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow. This is what it means to be held. How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life And you survive. This is what it is to be loved. And to know that the promise was When everything fell we'd be held. If hope is born of suffering. If this is only the beginning. Can we not wait for one hour watching for our Savior? This is what it means to be held. How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life And you survive. This is what it is to be loved. And to know that the promise was When everything fell we'd be held.