Where resounds the river
 With bright foams of silver
 And the wind's an aromatic stroke.

 Where some people's living
 In peace, and God's giving
 His blessed grace to the peaceful folks.

 In the Middle Ages,
 In its last stages,
 It's flourishing a new paradigm.

 In this place, three cultures
 From cots to sepultures,
 [bad word] out to a convival time.

 In the city of peace
 It's a shining high the oldish star,
 Near by the moon,
 Over the cross.

 The example and its echoes are
 Astounding, soon,
 The world across.

 The moon, the cross,
 And so, the star
 Are all the forms of the same God who is so far.
 The moon, the cross,
 And so, the star
 Together, are of peace and love avatar.

 In the city of peace
 It's a shining high the oldish star,
 Near by the moon,
 Over the cross.

 The example and its echoes are
 Astounding, soon,
 The world across.

 City of peace,
 Divine caprice,
 You are the city of faiths' intercross,
 O, you,
 City of peace,
 Of moon, star,
 And cross...