Cidade Santa
Junior (Gospel)
Holy City
Sleeping in my bed in an enchanting dream
One day I saw Jerusalem and the temple of the Lord
Hearing children sing and amidst their singing
The voices of angels in heaven broke out proclaiming
Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Sing, oh, holy flock
Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna, to our king!
Then the dream changed, no longer the happy sound
I heard behind hosannas from the children's choirs
The air around grew cold, the Sun lacked light
And on a high and rough mountain I saw the figure of a cross
Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Sing, oh, holy flock
Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna, to our king!
The scene changed again, it appeared in splendor
The divine city, dwelling of the Lord
The Moon did not shine light, nor did the Sun rise there
But only the light of God appeared
Shining around in its glow
And all who wanted to, could enter there
In the very happy Jerusalem that will never pass away
Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
That will dawn one day
Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna
Without ceasing
Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna to your king
