Canção Dos Imperfeitos

Around the throne
There was a song sung by the seraphim
On the lips of the perfect
Who worshiped You always like this

Holy, You are Holy
Holy, Holy
Holy is the Lord

But the sky tore apart completely
And the song, which was only for the perfect
He put on the lips of his little ones
He revealed it to us
Imperfect and perfect sing

But when the great day comes
Along with the angels
On the throne we will also sing
Holy, Holy, Holy