Where resounds the river With bright foams of silver And the wind's an aromatic stroke. Where come 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, Have come out to a convivial time. In the city of peace It's 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 the avatar. In the city of peace. It's 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...