Cidade Santa
Esdras
Holy City
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 her singing
The voice of angels broke through
Proclaiming from heaven
The voice of angels broke through
Proclaiming from heaven
Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Sing, O Holy Flock
Hosannas in the highest
Hosannas to your King!
Then the dream changed
No longer a happy sound
I heard the hosannas
From children's choirs
The air around them cooled down
The Sun was missing its light
And on the high, rugged mountain I saw
A shadowy figure of a cross
And on the high, rugged mountain I saw
A shadowy figure of a cross
Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Sing, O Holy Flock
Hosannas in the highest
Hosannas to your King!
The scene has changed
It emerged in splendor
The divine city
Dwelling place of the Lord
The light did not shine from the Moon
Not even the Sun rose there
But only the light of God shone
Very pure in its brilliance
And everyone who wanted to, yes
They could go in there
In the most happy Jerusalem
That will never pass
In the most happy Jerusalem
That will never pass
Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Sing, O Holy Flock
Hosannas in the highest
Hosannas to your King!
Hosannas in the highest
Hosannas to your King!
Your King
