Texty:
Stabat Mater

all your fathers The ancestors of those who suffer Come, when my hand will die upon Thy forehead, you'll breath in the flames Stabat Mater Dolorosa, fulget crucis mysterium Stabat Mater

all your fathers The ancestors of those who suffer Come, when my hand will die upon Thy forehead, you'll breath in the flames Stabat Mater Dolorosa, fulget crucis mysterium Stabat Mater

Překlad: Ximenes, Charlson. Stabat Mater.

: Pienso y no, no encuentro algun motivo Mirame, no te vayas por siempre Dejale, la lanza que descanse No lo ves, su cuerpo yace inerte No sintais, lo

all your fathers The ancestors of those who suffer Come, when my hand will die upon Thy forehead, you'll breath in the flames Stabat Mater Dolorosa, fulget crucis mysterium Stabat Mater

Stabat mater dolorosa Juxta crucem lacrimosa Dum pendebat Filius