Christina Pluhar — Queste pungente spine song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Queste pungente spine" by Christina Pluhar.
Lyrics
Queste pungenti spine
Che ne’boschi d’abisso
Nodrite ed allevate
Affliggono, trafiggono
O crudeltade
O crudeltade
Il mio Signor e Dio
Son saete divine
Che col foco del cielo
Addolcite e temprate
Allettano, dilettano
O, gran pietade
Il cor divoto, divoto e pio
E tu, anima mia
Non sai che sia dolore
Ancor non senti amore?
Non sai che sia dolore
Ancor non senti amore?
Stolta che fai?
Che pensi?
Il tuo Giesù tradito
Il tuo Giesù piagato
Si lacera, si macera
Ohimè, che stato
Ohimè, che stato
Solo per darti vita
E tu ingrata
I sensi ogn’hor
Più cruda induri
Sei di cor si spietato
Si rigido, si frigido
O stelle, o fato
Che non procuri aita?
O aita
Ben veggio, anima mia
Non sai che sia dolore
Ancor non senti amore
Non sai che sia dolore
Ancor non senti amore
These stinging thorns
That in woods of the abyss
Couped and talled
Afflict, aggrieve
Oh cruelty
Oh cruelty
My Lord and my God
They are divine arrows
That, through heaven’s fire
Appease and temper
Persuade, delight
Oh great devotion
The faithful and pious heart
And you, my soul
You don’t know but pain
Still don’t feel love?
You don’t know but pain
Still don’t feel love?
You make a fool of yourself
What are you thinking?
Your Jesus betrayed
Your Jesus wounded
Lacerates, torments himself
Oh, how bad is his condition
Oh, how bad is his condition
Just to give you life
And you, ungrateful
Your feelings every hour
You, unrelenting, harden them
Is your heart so ruthless
So rigid, so cold
Oh stars, oh fate
That you are not seeking help?
Oh help
Now I see, my soul
That you don’t know but pain
Still don’t feel love
That you don’t know but pain
Still don’t feel love
Lyrics translation
These prickly thorns
What in the woods of Abyss
Nodrite and bred
Afflict, Pierce
The cruelty
The cruelty
My Lord and God
Their divine arrow
That with the focus of the sky
Sweetened and tempered
Tease, tease
Oh, great piety
The divot, Divot and pious heart
And you, my soul
You don't know it's pain
You still don't feel love?
You don't know it's pain
You still don't feel love?
Fool, What are you doing?
What do you think?
Your betrayed Giesu
Your downpour
And lacerates, and macerates
Oh, what a state
Oh, what a state
Just to give you life
And you ungrateful
The senses OGN'hor
Raw Harden
Six of cor you ruthless
Yes stiff, yes fried
The stelle, the suit
That you don't get aita?
O aita
Ben veggio, my soul
You don't know it's pain
You still don't feel love
You don't know it's pain
You still don't feel love
These stinging thorns
That in woods of the abyss
Coupe and talled
Afflict, aggrieve
Oh cruelty
Oh cruelty
My Lord and my God
They are divine arrows
That, through heaven's fire
Appear and temper
Persuade, delight
Oh great devotion
The faithful and pious heart
And you, my soul
You don't know but pain
Still don't feel love?
You don't know but pain
Still don't feel love?
You make a fool of yourself
What are you thinking?
Your Jesus betrayed
Your Jesus wounded
Lacerates, torments himself
Oh, how bad is his condition
Oh, how bad is his condition
Just to give you life
And you, ungrateful
Your feelings every hour
You, unrelenting, harden them
Is your heart so ruthless
So rigid, so cold
Oh stars, Oh fate
That you are not seeking help?
Oh help
Now I see, my soul
That you don't know but pain
Still don't feel love
That you don't know but pain
Still don't feel love