Jerusalém Cidade Santa

Sleeping in my bed
In an enchanting dream
One day I saw Jerusalem
And the temple of the Lord

I heard children singing
And amidst their singing
The voice of angels broke out
In heaven proclaiming
The voice of angels broke out
In heaven proclaiming

Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Sing, O holy flock
Hosanna in the highest
Hosanna, to our King!

Then the dream changed
No longer the happy sound
I heard the Hosannas
From the children's choirs

And the air around grew cold
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!
Sing, O holy flock
Hosanna in the highest
Hosanna, to our King!

The scene changed again
It appeared in splendor
The divine city
Abode of the Lord

The Moon did not shine light
Nor did the Sun rise there
But only shone the light of God
Very pure in its brightness

And all who wanted, yes
Could enter there
In the very happy Jerusalem
That will never pass away
In the very happy Jerusalem
That will never pass away

Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Sing, O holy flock
Hosanna in the highest
Hosanna, to our King!

Hosanna in the highest
Hosanna, to our King!