Cidade Santa
Aline Barros
Holy City
Sleeping in my bed
In a charming dream
One day I saw Jerusalem
And the temple of the Lord
Hearing children sing
And amidst their singing
The voice of angels broke out
In heaven proclaiming
The voice of angels broke out
From heaven proclaiming
Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Sing, O Holy Flock!
Hosanna! Ho - sa - na!
Ho - sana to
Your King!
Then the dream changed
No longer the happy sound
I heard the Hosannas
The children's choirs
The air around grew cold
The light of the Sun was missing
And on a high and rough mountain I saw
The figure of a cross!
And on a high and rough mountain
I saw the figure of a cross!
Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
(I listened to the angels)
Hosanna! Ho - sa - na!
Ho - sana to your King!
Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Your day will dawn!
Hosanna! Hosa - na!
Ho - sana without ceasing!
Hosanna without
Ceasing!
(Speaking)
Still the scene changed
The divine city
Dwelling of the Lord
Shone in splendor
The light of the Moon did not shine
Nor did the Sun rise there
But only shone the light of God
Very pure in its brightness
And all who wanted, yes
Could enter immediately
Into the very happy Jerusalem, which will never pass away
