Lyrics of Cristianos - Marcos Vidal

Cristianos (original)

Antes les llamaban nazarenos, despus cristianos
Hoy no saben ya cmo llamar a cada grupo
Hay tantos…
Antes al mirarles se decan: ЎVed cmo se aman!
Hoy al contemplarles se repiten:
ЎVed cmo se separan!
ЇQuin sabr quien de ellos tiene la verdad?
Cmo ha conseguido el enemigo robarnos el terreno
Hemos comenzado a hacer murallas
Olvidando lo primero
Que no hay cristianismo verdadero detrs de una careta
Si no reflejamos a Jess, perdemos nuestra meta
Que l que sirve a los dems es el mayor
Que el sermn del monte an est en vigor
Que an existe el buen ejemplo
Y la humildad de corazn
Y que no hay vida ni hay iglesia si no hay perdn
Ojal el Maestro pueda decir como dijera hace aos:
'No lloris, slo duerme, no est muerta'
ЇQu te pasa, iglesia amada, que no reaccionas
Slo a veces te emocionas, y no acabas de cambiar?
Antes tenan todo en comn y oraban en la noche
Hoy compiten por saber quin tiene
Mejor casa y mejor coche
Antes moran abrazados en la arena del circo romano
Hoy discuten si al orar hay que alzar o no las manos
Unos creen en profecas y otros no
Unos predican la fe y otros el amor
Uno habla en lenguas y otro presume de virtud
Y el mundo muere, muere, muere sin ver la luz
Jess se levant de la muerte
Їy acaso a ti no habr quin te despierte?

(translation)

Before they were called Nazarenes, later Christians.
Today they no longer know how to call each group
There are so many…
Before, when looking at them, they would say: See how they love each other!
Today when contemplating them they repeat themselves:
See how they part!
Who knows which of them has the truth?
How has the enemy managed to steal our land?
We have begun to build walls
forgetting the first
That there is no true Christianity behind a mask
If we don't mirror Jesus, we lose our goal
That he who serves others is the greatest
May the sermon on the mount still be in force
That the good example still exists
And humility of heart
And that there is no life nor is there a church if there is no forgiveness
Hopefully the Master can say as he said years ago:
'Don't cry, just sleep, she's not dead'
What's wrong with you, beloved church, that you don't react
You only get excited sometimes, and haven't you just changed?
Before they had everything in common and prayed at night
Today they compete to know who has
Better house and better car
Before they dwell embraced in the arena of the Roman circus
Today they discuss whether or not to raise your hands when praying
Some believe in prophecies and others do not
Some preach faith and others love
One speaks in tongues and another boasts of virtue
And the world dies, dies, dies without seeing the light
Jesus rose from the dead
And perhaps there will be no one to wake you up?