LIVE IN LIVE WITHOUT ME
Living without living in me
high life and so I hope
I die of not dying.
Alive and out of me
after I die of love;
I live in the Lord
I wanted to himself
when her heart di
He got this sign,
I die of not dying.
This divine prison
love where I live,
God has made me captive
and free my heart;
and causes in me a passion
see God my prisoner
I die of not dying.
Oh, how long is this life!
What drives these exiles,
the prison, these irons
in which the soul is stuck!
Just wait for the output
cause me pain so fierce,
I die of not dying.
Oh, what a life so bitter
do not enjoy the Lord!
Because if it's sweet love,
hope it is not long:
quíteme God is loading
heavier than steel,
I die of not dying.
Only trust
I live to die
because dying to live
I assured my hope
do the living death is reached,
do not delay, I wait,
I die of not dying.
See what love is strong;
life, you're annoying me,
I can only see that,
to earn miss.
Come on sweet death,
Light comes to die
I die of not dying.
That life from above,
life is real,
this life until I die,
no one enjoys being alive:
death not be my elusive;
dying alive first
I die of not dying.
Life, what I can I give
my God living in me
if not lose you,
to deserve win?
I dying to reach you,
they both love my Beloved,
I die of not dying.
I'M YOURS, I WAS BORN FOR YOU
I am Your for Vos was born,
What do you send me?
Sovereign Majesty
eternal wisdom
good goodness my soul;
HH God, a being, goodness,
behold the great wickedness
I love singing now as follows:
What do you send me?
Your I am, because I criastes,
yours, because I redimistes,
yours, because I sufristes,
I therefore your llamastes,
yours because I esperastes,
yours, because I did not miss:
What do you send me?
What do your bidding, then, good Lord,
to do so vile servant?
What you have given job
this slave sinner?
Veisme here, my sweet love,
sweet love, veisme here:
What do you send me?
Behold my heart,
I put in your palm
my body, my life and soul
my heart and passion;
Husband and sweet redemption
I offered it for your:
What do you send me?
Give me death, give life
Give health and illness,
Give me honor or dishonor,
Give me peace, war or flood,
weakness or strength fulfilled,
they all say yes:
What do you send me?
Give me wealth or poverty,
Give comfort or despair,
give me joy or sadness,
give me give me hell or heaven
sweet life, sun without veil
I gave it entirely:
What do you send me?
If you want, give me prayer
if not, give me dry,
if wealth and devotion,
and if not sterility.
Sovereign Majesty
only peace I find here:
What do you send me?
Give me, then, wisdom,
or love, ignorance
give me years of plenty,
or starvation and famine;
Dad darkness or light day
revolvedme here or there:
What do you send me?
If you want to be idling,
I want to love idle.
If you send me work
I want to die working.
Say, where, how and when?
Tell me, sweet love, say:
What do you send me?
Give Calvary or Tabor,
desert or land abounds;
Job is in pain
John to the chest or rest;
be fruitful vine
or sterile, if it complies with:
What do you send me?
Joseph is put in chains
or Egypt advance
David suffering or punishment,
or David and lofty;
Jonah is flooded,
or delivered from there:
What do you send me?
Be silent or talking,
fruit or do not do,
show me my sore law,
Gospel enjoy soft;
is grieving or rejoicing,
only you in my live;
What do you send me?
Your I am, for you was born,
What do you send me?
ON THOSE WORDS
"Mihi dilectus MEUS"
And all gave me and say,
and I have exchanged such luck,
that is my Beloved to me,
and I am my Beloved.
When the sweet Hunter
shot and left me exhausted,
in the arms of love
my soul was falling,
and gaining new life
so I exchanged,
that is my Beloved to me,
and I am my Beloved.
Hirióme with an arrow
enherbolada of love
and my soul was made
with its Creator;
and I do not want another baby,
my God they've given me,
and my beloved is for me
and I am my beloved.
LOVE CONFERENCE
If ye love me,
My God, it's like I have for you,
Tell me what I stop?
O Vos, what you detenéis?
- Alma, what you want from me?
? God, no more than to see.
? And what you fear most?
? What I fear most is losing.
A hidden soul in God
What is to be desired
but love and more love,
and love all hidden
tornarte again to love?
A love that deal I ask,
My God, my soul shall have,
to make a sweet nest
plus where appropriate.
BEAUTY THAT EXCEDÉIS OH!
Oh beauty that excedéis
all beauties!
Pain do not hurt,
and painless deshacéis,
the love of creatures.
Oh come together and knot
two things as unequal
I do not know why untying,
tied for dais force
to be evil for good.
Come together who do not have to be
to be never-ending;
have just unfinished,
love without love,
engrandecéis our nothingness.
AYES OF EXILE
How sad, my God,
life without you!
Eager to see you
I want to die.
Long race
is of this soil,
purple painful
hard exile.
Oh beloved sleep!
get me outta here!
Eager to see you
I want to die.
Life is grim,
bitter end;
that the soul lives
that you are away.
Oh my sweet darling,
I am unhappy!
Eager to see you
I want to die.
Oh death benign
succor my sorrows!
Your shots are sweet
the soul freedom.
What joy, O my Beloved,
be with you!
Eager to see you
I want to die.
Worldly love
attached to this life;
divine love
on the other sighs.
Without you, eternal God,
Who can live?
Eager to see you
I want to die.
Earthly life
is continuous mourning:
real life
there is only heaven.
It allows my God,
I live there.
Eager to see you
I want to die.
Who is he who fears
death of the body,
if she manages to
immense pleasure?
Oh! yes, the love,
My God, without end.
Eager to see you
I want to die.
My soul is sorrowful
groans and faints.
Ay! Who of her beloved
may be absent?
And end, finish
aquesta suffer.
Eager to see you
I want to die.
The catfish caught
in intentional hook
in death
to torment.
Alas, I also suffer,
my darling, without you
Eager to see you
I want to die.
In vain my soul
looking for you oh my lord;
You always invisible,
does not relieve your craving.
Ay! This inflammation,
to burst:
Eager to see you
I want to die.
Ah, if thou wilt
Enter my chest
God instantly
the fear to lose.
Such punishment afflicts me
and makes me say:
Eager to see you
I want to die.
Grant, Lord, to end
as long agony;
succor your maid
For thee he sighs.
Irons breaks aquesta
and be happy.
Eager to see you
I want to die.
But no, dear owner,
is just suffering;
to atone for my errors,
my immense guilt.
Ah, to achieve my tears
Thou wouldst hear:
Eager to see you
I want to die.
SOUL IN ME HAS fetch
Alma, fetch you in Me
Me and you find me in you.
In such a way could love
soul, I will portray
no wise painter
I knew with such delicacy
this image printed.
You were raised by love
beautiful, beautiful, and so
painted on my heart,
if you lose, my beloved,
Alma, you find you in me.
I know you will find
portrayed in my chest,
and taken as the living,
if you look you baggy
thou art so well painted.
And if it does not know how
where I find my,
Do not walk from here to there
but if thou wilt find me,
to me for you in you.
Cause you're my room,
you are my house and home,
and so called at any time
if I find your thinking
be the closed door.
Outside you find me there,
because to find my,
enough just to call me,
that you go without delay
Me and you find me in you.
That ye have tarried PASTORS
Ah, shepherds that ye have tarried,
to save your sheep
see that I was born a lamb
Sovereign Son of God!
Comes poor and despised,
comenzadle to be stored,
the wolf has to carry you,
without which we enjoyed.
Gil, give me that stick here
I did not come out of hand
not lead us to the Lamb:
Can not you see that God is sovereign?
Sonza!, I am stunned
of joy and sorrow together.
If it is God who is born today,
how can it be dead?
Oh, he is a man well together!
Life is in your hand;
Look, that this is the Lamb
Sovereign Son of God.
I do not know what to ask,
as they give you after such a war.
My faith, Gil, the better
to us about his land.
If we banish sin,
and everything is good in your hand,
since it has been, suffering
this God as Sovereign.
Soon it hurts his sentence;
Oh, how true of man,
when we come good,
evil lurks outside!
Can not you see gaining popularity
pastor of a large flock?
However, it is something very strong
Sovereign God to die.
THE BIRTH OF JESUS
Today we come to redeem
a Zagal, our relative,
Gil, who is God Almighty.
That's why we have taken
Satan prison;
but it is relative Bras
and Menga, and Llorente.
Oh, that is God Almighty!
Well if it is God, how is sold
and dies on the Cross?
Can not you see who killed sin
the innocent suffer?
Gil, who is God Almighty.
My faith, I saw him born
a very nice Zagala.
Well, if God wanted how
being with people so poor?
Can not you see, which is omnipotent?
Let these questions,
dying for you to serve,
and as He comes to die
die with him, Llorente,
it is God Almighty.
FOR CHRISTMAS
For love
God has given us,
Is not no fear
both die.
Give us the Father
His only Son
comes into the world today
in poor farm.
Oh great rejoicing
that since man is God!
no fear,
both die.
Look, Llorente
how strong love affair,
comes the innocent
to suffer cold;
leaving an estate
in short, as God
Is not no fear
both die.
For how, Pascual,
made that openness,
that takes a sackcloth
leaving wealth?
More like poverty,
We follow him;
it is coming man
both die.
For what you give
this greatness?
Scourges
very crudely.
Oh, what a great sadness
will be for us:
if this is true
both die.
Well, how dare
being Almighty?
Should it be dead
of poor people?
Well if that is, Llorente,
hurtémosle us.
Can not you see that He wants?
both die.
A CIRCUMCISION
Is pouring blood
Dominguillo, eh!
I do not know why.
Why, I ask you
make justice
it is innocent
and has no malice?
He was a great greed
I do not know why
much love me
Dominguillo, eh!
Why, then being born
you have to torment?
Yes, that is dying
by removing the evil.
Oh, what a great Zagal
will, by my faith!
Dominguillo, eh!
Did not you have looked,
child who is innocent?
Since I've been told
Brasill and Llorente.
Major drawback
will not love him,
Dominguillo, eh!
IN THE FEAST OF THE HOLY KINGS
As the star
is already coming,
go with the Kings
of my pack.
We all together
to see the Messiah
since we met
and prophecies.
Well, today,
is already coming,
go with the Kings
of my pack.
Let's take gifts
of great value,
then come the Kings
with such great fervor.
Rejoice today
our great Zagala,
go with the Kings
of my pack.
No cures, Llorente,
to find reason
to see what is God
aquesta waiter.
Dale's heart,
and I am committed to:
go with the Kings
of my pack.
CRUZ, TASTY BREAK ...
Cruz, rest of my life tasty
welcome be you.
Oh flag, under which
the weakest will be strong,
O life of our death,
How well has risen;
've tamed the lion,
Then he lost his life for you:
welcome be you.
Who does not love you is captive
and freedom of others;
The getting to you who wants to
will not bypass anything.
Oh happy power,
where evil is not fit,
welcome be you.
Vos you were free
of our great captivity
for you are noticed my bad
so expensive to remedy;
to God you were half
joy achieved:
welcome be you.
ON THE CROSS IS THE LIFE
In the cross is life
and comfort,
and it alone is the way
for heaven.
In the cross is "the Lord
of heaven and earth "
and enjoy great peace,
although there is war.
Banishes all evil
in this soil,
and it alone is the way
for heaven.
De la Cruz says the Bride
his dear
it is a "beautiful palm"
which has risen,
and its fruit has been known
God of heaven
and it alone is the way
for heaven.
It is a "beautiful olive"
Holy Cross
to anoints us with oil
and gives us light.
My soul, takes the cross
with great comfort,
she alone is the way
for heaven.
Is the cross the "green tree
and desired "
the Bride, who in his shadow
sat
to enjoy his beloved,
King of heaven
and it alone is the way
for heaven.
The soul that God is
all exhausted,
and very earnestly in the world
unattached
the cross he is a "tree of life"
and consolation
and a delightful way
for heaven.
After the cross was
El Salvador,
on the cross is "the glory
and honor "
Pain and suffering
life and comfort,
and the surest way
for heaven.
A SAN ANDRES
If the suffering with love
can give as much delight,
What joy we will see you!
What will happen when we see
the vast and very light
as to see Andrew's cross
could both cheer?
Oh, you can not miss
delight in suffering!
What joy we give to see you!
Love when it is grown
can not be without work,
and the fort without fighting,
for the love of your beloved.
With this we will have expired,
and he wants all guesses.
What joy we give to see you!
For all fear death,
How sweet you dying?
Oh, I'm going to live
more exalted in luck!
Oh my God, who with your death
the weakest become strong!
What joy we give to see you!
O cross, precious wood,
full of great majesty!
Well, being in contempt,
God took a husband,
you come very joyful
not deserve the love.
Esme very great joy to see you.
SANTA CATALINA A MARTYR
Oh great lover
the Eternal God;
shining star,
amparadnos you!
From an early age
you took Bridegroom
was so much love,
He gave you no rest.
Who is afraid,
not come to you,
if it considers the life
and to die for you.
Look cowards
aquesta maiden
not considered the gold
nor be so beautiful
stuck in the war
persecution,
to suffer
with great heart.
Gives more pain
live without her husband,
and thus the torture
was idle:
all things are joyful
and would die
with life as
can not live.
Those who intend to
enjoy their joy,
never get tired,
to find rest.
Oh deception deceptive
And without love,
is wanting to heal
living in pain!
ISABEL THE PROFESSION OF LOS ANGELES
Be my joy in sorrow,
startle my rest,
my quiet painful
and my brokenness bonanza.
Between storms, my love,
and my gift to the wound,
death is in my life
and contempt for me.
My treasures in poverty,
and my success in fighting,
my break in work,
and my joy to sadness.
In the dark my light,
my greatness laid low.
Shortcut my way
and my glory is the cross.
My honor the gloom,
and getting my palm,
decline in my grow
and to undermine my raise.
In my hunger satiety,
I hope the fear
my gifts in awe,
my taste bitterness.
Forgotten my memory
Highness in my humiliation,
meanness in my opinion
with shame my victory.
My laurel is in contempt,
in sorrow my love,
my dignity is the corner
my esteem and loneliness.
My trust in Christ,
and Just my grasp,
my breath in weariness,
imitation and my laziness.
Here lies my strength,
here my safety
proof of my truth,
the sample of my strength.
AN PROFESA
Oh, so happy lass
today has given such a Zagal
that queen should reign.
Ventura was his fate
it merited such Spouse:
and I, Gil, I'm frightened,
not venture to look over,
it has taken a husband
that queen should reign.
Ask him what he has given
to carry their village.
The heart has delivered
very willingly.
My faith has paid little
which is very beautiful Zagal,
that queen should reign.
If more had more to give.
Why did you shout, darling?
Take cobanillo,
sírvanos, let out,
it has taken a husband,
that queen should reign.
Then we see what she gave,
What has to give the Zagal?
With your blood you purchased.
Oh how precious flow
and happy that lass,
that satisfied this Zagal!
Owed much to love
it gave such a great treasure.
Can not you see that gives everything,
to dress and fit?
Look who is now her husband
that queen should reign.
Good will that take,
for this our flock,
and rejoice that
to make friends,
it has taken a husband,
that queen should reign.
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