A Cidade Santa
Cantor Cristão
The Holy City
Sleeping in my bed
In a charming dream
Then I saw Jerusalem
And the temple of the Lord
I heard children sing
Between your singing
The voice of the angels broke
From heaven to proclaim
Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Sing, O holy flock!
Hosanna! Hosanna!
Hosanna to your King!
Then the dream changed
No more the happy sound
Feeling the hosannas
From children's choirs
The air was cold
The sun lacked light
And on a high and rough mountain I saw
The shape of a cross!
Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
(I listened to the angels)
Hosanna! Hosanna!
Hosanna to your King!
Still the scene changed
It appeared in resplendence
The divine city
Abode of the Lord
The moon did not shine the light
Not even the sun rose there
In the streets was the light of God
So sweet in your shine
And everyone who wanted, yes
They could come in right away
In very happy Jerusalem
That will never pass
Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Your day will dawn!
Hosanna! Hosanna!
Hosanna without ceasing!
