El Redentor

Ya no tenía na' que hacerle, ay, ay
Y le escupen, y le abofetean
Y lo coronan de espinas
Sangre pura le, eh, chorrea por su carita divina

Adivina, ay, era un día de jueves santo, ay
Sol y luna hace eclipse
Temblaron con los elementos
Cuando pidió el redentor

[Holy Week in Sevilla]
There was nothing else left to do
Oh, oh
And they spit on him
And they slap him
And he is crowned with thorns
Pure blood drips down his little face

Guess, it was a holy Thursday day
Sun and moon eclipse
They trembled with the elements
When the redeemer asked