Martiria A Cry In The Desert
John is my name, this lonely desert, my home.
Silence, hunger and cold 'r the company I need.
Wake up, I've got a dream,
I bring the news
That ye were waiting!
The water of the Jordan
Will wash away
The sins of Galilee.
Don't call me prophet!
Why can't you see?
I'm just a messenger,
Harp hanging from a tree.
Elijah's voice,
Crying in the desert.
With many names they have called me
But still they don't want to see.
I bring the news of the greatest change and
They just see water in my hand.
Wake up, a man is coming,
A special one,
With fire he'll finish
What I just began.
He'll grow a forest,
Where I left some seeds.
With many names they have called me
But still they don't want to see.
I bring the news of the greatest change and
They just see water in my hand.
Oh my Lord, to set them free
I've tried so many ways,
I've warned and prayed
Cried and waited,
Bended on my knee.
A new time is coming soon,
Plenty of signs around me.
A cross is ready up the hill for the man
Who can forgive what I can't.
A new time is coming soon,
That I will never see.
The price paid for a dance under the moon
My head on plate, will be.
