SANTO, SANTO

I bought the ticket, I'm traveling to a city
A place of rest and so much joy and happiness
I'll fly with the angels, Michael and archangels and seraphim
And without getting tired, I'll sing a song like this

Holy, holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy
Is the Lord

I can't help it, when I remember I cry from so much longing
From my mansion next to John, in the beautiful city
When I get there I want to talk with my brothers
But first I want to hug my Jesus and sing this song

Holy, holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy
Is the Lord