A Cidade Santa

Sleeping on my bed,
In a charming dream,
One day I saw Jerusalem
And the temple of the Lord.
I heard children singing,
And amidst their singing
The voices of angels broke out
From heaven to proclaim: (repeat)
Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Sing, O holy flock!
Hosanna! Hosanna!
Hosanna to your King!

Then the dream changed,
No longer did I hear the happy sound
Of the hosannas
From the children's choirs.
The air around grew cold,
The sun's light was missing,
And on a high and rugged mountain I saw
The figure of a cross! (repeat)
Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
(I heard the angels say),
Hosanna! Hosanna!
Hosanna to your King!

The scene changed again;
It appeared in splendor
The divine city,
The dwelling of the Lord.
The moon's light did not shine,
Nor did the sun rise there,
But only shone the light of God,
Very pure in its brightness.
And all who wished, yes,
Could enter immediately
Into the very happy Jerusalem (repeat)
That will never pass away.
Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Your day will dawn!
Hosanna! Hosanna!
Hosanna without ceasing! (repeat)