A Cidade Santa

Sleeping in my bed
In an enchanting dream
Then I saw Jerusalem
And the temple of the Lord
I heard children singing
And in the midst of their singing
The voice of the angels broke through
From heaven to proclaim
The voice of the angels broke through
From heaven to proclaim
Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Sing, oh holy flock!
Hosanna! Hosanna!
Hosanna to your King!

Then the dream changed
No more happy sound
I heard the hosannas
From children's choirs
The air around has cooled
The sun lacked light
And on a high and rough mountain I saw
The figure of a cross!
And on a high and rough mountain I saw
The figure of a cross!
Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
(I listened to the angels)
Hosanna! Hosanna!
Hosanna to your King!

Still the scene has changed
It appeared in splendor
The divine city
Dwelling of the Lord
The moon did not shine with light
The sun didn't even rise there
But only the light of God shone
Very pure in its shine
And everyone who wanted, yes
They could come in right away
In the most happy Jerusalem
That will never pass
In the most happy Jerusalem
That will never pass
Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Your day will dawn!
Hosanna! Hosanna!
Hosanna without ceasing!
Hosanna! Hosanna!
Hosanna without ceasing!