Entre accords et mélodies, votre voix résonne, résonne à travers le vent, atteignant des contrées lointaines. Ton chant, doux et profond, comme le murmure de la mer, enchante mon âme, réveille mon cœur errant. Chacune de tes notes est un soupir de passion, chaque couplet, un secret chuchoté au clair de lune. Tes yeux, brillants de la lumière de l’amour, sont des étoiles qui guident mon rêve, mon désir. Belle chanteuse, femme au cœur brûlant, Dans tes chansons, je trouve le reflet de mon désir. Même au loin, je sens ta présence vivante, tes paroles, les rivières qui coulent dans mon inspiration. Maintenant, tu es la plus belle chose qui chante ce chant à la louange de Jéhovah.
In the field of life, a Sower did pass, With hands full of faith, he cast the seeds en masse. Each grain fell to earth with love so true, Hoping in the soil, the flower would bloom anew. Some seeds fell on the path, hard and dry, Trampled underfoot, eaten by birds in the sky. Others on rocks, with roots so thin, Withered in the sun, too weak to win. Among the thorns, some began to grow, But choked by the weeds, they failed to show. At last, in good soil, a few did land, In fertile ground, they grew strong, and grand. The Word of life is the pure seed sown, Planted in hearts where faith has grown. Whoever hears and understands the call, Bears fruit in abundance, blessings for all. Thus is life, in the field where we sow, We reap what we plant, as the seasons go. May we be good soil, the chosen ground, So that love may flourish, all around..
No campo da vida, um Semeador passou, Com mãos cheias de fé, as sementes lançou. Caiu sobre a terra, cada grão com amor, Esperando no solo o fruto da flor. Algumas sementes caíram no caminho, Pisadas e comidas por aves ao ninho. Outras nas pedras, com raiz tão rasa, Secaram ao sol, sem força na casa. Em meio aos espinhos, outras germinaram, Mas sufocadas, não prosperaram. Por fim, na boa terra, algumas tombaram, E em solo fértil, forte cresceram, amaram. A Palavra de vida é a semente pura, Plantada em corações com alma segura. Quem ouve e entende, dá fruto sagrado, Multiplica a colheita, o campo abençoado. Assim é a vida, no chão semeado, Colhemos aquilo que foi plantado. Que seja a boa terra, o solo escolhido, Para que em nós floresça o amor vivido.
