Domingo Triunfal
Marco Telles
Triumphant Sunday
How could I, after flying and seeing the sky,
Return to the confines of that sad cage, that's what haunts me?
And now you see him there, he doesn't know what he's been through or what happened.
Doesn't he realize, that was the master singing hope?
And he set our hearts on fire (like no one else could).
And now where do we go? (there's no one left).
The sun has hidden, and our hope has died.
Oh, triumphant Sunday,
Oh, one-of-a-kind Sunday,
Hope has risen,
Our hope has risen.
Oh, triumphant Sunday,
Oh, one-of-a-kind Sunday,
Hope has risen,
Our hope has risen.
Where is, oh death, your victory?
And where is the power of sin?
Hope has risen,
We are free from the sentence.
Hope has risen,
We are free from sin.
The world, death, and sin have no more power over us.
Hope has risen.
Peace on earth to men,
Glory to God in the highest.
Peace on earth to men,
Glory to God in the highest.
Peace on earth to men,
Glory to God in the highest.
