Captive
Holy Monday of passion
I'm going on with great pain
A pure face full of humility
And the streets are already taking him
I have seen a child cry
When to his side and he sees him pass
And asking with a lot of pain
Why is your hands tied? Why are they bleeding? Why Lord?
Captive takes you
I'm following his mother steps through the Alameda
What I would give to take him away and those chains
Stroke your hands and your hair and your brown skin
Captive takes you
Because after you, you're praying Malaga in its entirety
What I would give to take him away and those chains
Stroke your hands and your hair and your brown skin
I have seen him walk
If you see it by the bridge
Captive takes you
I'm following his mother steps through the Alameda
What I would give to take him away and those chains
Stroke your hands and your hair and your brown skin
Captive takes you
Because after you, you're praying Malaga in its entirety
What I would give to take him away and those chains
Stroke your hands and your hair and your brown skin
I have seen him walk
If you see it by the bridge