Cidade Santa

Sleeping in 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 voice of angels broke out
From heaven proclaiming
The voice of angels broke out
From heaven proclaiming

Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Sing always to the King
Hosannas, in the highest
Hosannas to our King

Then the dream changed
No longer the happy sound
I heard the Hosannas
From the children's choirs
The air around grew cold
The light of the sun was missing

And on a high and rugged mount I saw
The figure of a cross
And on a high and rugged mount I saw
The image of a cross

Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Sing always to the King
Hosannas, in the highest
Hosannas to our King

The scene changed again
It appeared in splendor
The divine city
Dwelling of the Lord
The moon's light did not shine
Nor did the sun rise there
But only the light of God appeared
Shining around
And all who wanted to
Could enter there

In the very happy Jerusalem
That will never pass away
In the very happy Jerusalem
That will never pass away

Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Sing always to the King
Hosannas, in the highest
Hosannas to our King

Hosannas, in the highest
Hosannas to our King