È pra quem vencer

And for those who win

You say around that life is just suffering
How many times have you felt like stopping
Your way is to complain, saying: There's no way!
You even lament that another one is lost to the wind
That happiness is made of tears!
But I believe in the promises and your story, it won't end this way
The words of this book no one can dispute
I'm just here as a prophet, the one who sent me doesn't make mistakes
He will turn your captivity upside down

Because not everything that happens is as we want
Life, I know, is made of thorns
When you stumble, the best remedy is to get up again!
Persevere, move forward without looking back
For when you cross the gates, you will step on streets of gold!

God has prepared a dwelling for you in glory
If in this thorny life, today you cry
Know that in the other one, you will smile!
God designs things that man never imagines
His architect diploma is unquestioned
Behold the dwelling He made for you
Where your feet will never be hurt
Where everything is more beautiful and beauty has no end!

A city of pure gold
Where rust does not corrode the treasure
Where sadness will never exist
Where praise will never cease
A beautiful choir in triumphant praise
Will make you understand in detail
That the crown of honor and the trophy of glory
Is for those who win!

It's the crown of honor and the trophy of glory
It's for those who win