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I can hear the angels singing in this sanctuary They appear to me like the flowers of the earth It is cold the green dew is wet the flowers Mine are the flowers of the garden The tired soul sings to the Lord It is time to sing The angels are singing with a beautiful voice The fruits are with fruits The apple trees with apples The guava trees with guavas And the fig trees with their little figs I can hear the angels singing in this sanctuary They appear to me like the flowers of the earth It is cold the green dew is wet the flowers Mine are the flowers of the desert The tired soul sings to the Lord It is time to sing The angels are singing with a beautiful voice

Eu ouço os anjos cantando neste santuário Eles me parecem as flores da terra Está frio o orvalho verde molha as flores As minhas são as flores do jardim A alma cansada canta ao Senhor É tempo de cantar Os anjos estão cantando com uma voz linda As frutas estão com frutas As macieiras com maçãs As goiabeiras com goiabas E as figueiras com seus figinhos Eu ouço os anjos cantando neste santuário Eles me parecem as flores da terra Está frio o orvalho verde molha as flores As minhas são as flores do deserto A alma cansada canta ao Senhor É tempo de cantar Os anjos estão cantando com uma voz linda

I can hear the angels singing in this sanctuary They appear to me like the flowers of the earth It is cold the green dew is wet the flowers Mine are the flowers of the garden The tired soul sings to the Lord It is time to sing The angels are singing with a beautiful voice The fruits are with fruits The apple trees with apples The guava trees with guavas And the fig trees with their little figs I can hear the angels singing in this sanctuary They appear to me like the flowers of the earth It is cold the green dew is wet the flowers Mine are the flowers of the desert The tired soul sings to the Lord It is time to sing The angels are singing with a beautiful voice

Eu ouço os anjos cantando neste santuário Eles me parecem as flores da terra Está frio o orvalho verde molha as flores As minhas são as flores do jardim A alma cansada canta ao Senhor É tempo de cantar Os anjos estão cantando com uma voz linda As frutas estão com frutas As macieiras com maçãs As goiabeiras com goiabas E as figueiras com seus figinhos Eu ouço os anjos cantando neste santuário Eles me parecem as flores da terra Está frio o orvalho verde molha as flores As minhas são as flores do deserto A alma cansada canta ao Senhor É tempo de cantar Os anjos estão cantando com uma voz linda

I can hear the angels singing in this sanctuary They appear to me like the flowers of the earth It is cold the green dew is wet the flowers Mine are the flowers of the garden The tired soul sings to the Lord It is time to sing The angels are singing with a beautiful voice The fruits are with fruits The apple trees with apples The guava trees with guavas And the fig trees with their little figs I can hear the angels singing in this sanctuary They appear to me like the flowers of the earth It is cold the green dew is wet the flowers Mine are the flowers of the desert The tired soul sings to the Lord It is time to sing The angels are singing with a beautiful voice

Eu ouço os anjos cantando neste santuário Eles me parecem as flores da terra Está frio o orvalho verde molha as flores As minhas são as flores do jardim A alma cansada canta ao Senhor É tempo de cantar Os anjos estão cantando com uma voz linda As frutas estão com frutas As macieiras com maçãs As goiabeiras com goiabas E as figueiras com seus figinhos Eu ouço os anjos cantando neste santuário Eles me parecem as flores da terra Está frio o orvalho verde molha as flores As minhas são as flores do deserto A alma cansada canta ao Senhor É tempo de cantar Os anjos estão cantando com uma voz linda

I can hear the angels singing in this sanctuary They appear to me like the flowers of the earth It is cold the green dew is wet the flowers Mine are the flowers of the garden The tired soul sings to the Lord It is time to sing The angels are singing with a beautiful voice The fruits are with fruits The apple trees with apples The guava trees with guavas And the fig trees with their little figs I can hear the angels singing in this sanctuary They appear to me like the flowers of the earth It is cold the green dew is wet the flowers Mine are the flowers of the desert The tired soul sings to the Lord It is time to sing The angels are singing with a beautiful voice

Eu ouço os anjos cantando neste santuário Eles me parecem as flores da terra Está frio o orvalho verde molha as flores As minhas são as flores do jardim A alma cansada canta ao Senhor É tempo de cantar Os anjos estão cantando com uma voz linda As frutas estão com frutas As macieiras com maçãs As goiabeiras com goiabas E as figueiras com seus figinhos Eu ouço os anjos cantando neste santuário Eles me parecem as flores da terra Está frio o orvalho verde molha as flores As minhas são as flores do deserto A alma cansada canta ao Senhor É tempo de cantar Os anjos estão cantando com uma voz linda

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