Here is the English translation:
She rose, Mary, daughter of David face to face with the tree, scarring her crucified Son... in the hands of armies
Chorus:
The sword of grief sumberged to the depth of her soul, because of his pain, she was absent from all her cares, then the mother awoke, and she cried "O my boy"
"My beloved, my beloved child of my vows"
How can I see you naked and not weep "Oh my son"
your pains burned down the pain of my fear
of life, (i.e. earthly life lived without you) for your mother and children after your death."
Chorus:
O mother of Yeshua, O daughter of the Father exalted in glory, O bride of the Holy Spirit, the most awesome
Make us to share in the PASSION of our Redeemer
Make our souls beautiful by grace, and thus we will serve you for endless days and days
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