O Brave and Beautiful City of Nations

Time had passed so swiftly, but the sadness of yesterday has never gone away from anyone: as tears and flowers float on water... on a new September' morning of late summer, in this brave and beautiful City of Nations, revealing a dreary tone, which has gathered to grieve its tremendous losses; and did that memory ever leave: our fervent prayers and fondest thoughts... to make room for forgiveness? The souls of all who were struck by those roaring planes, for a cause so unjustified, here in a sad, but memorable place are alive in the eyes of their loved ones; and their smiles can even comfort them in spite of the heavy sorrow hanging over them, and if they could talk to them from their peaceful place... they'd tell them: they're beside them to ease their load! O brave and beautiful City of Nations, with wide gates and generous hearts... let this gloomy day turn into a light of eternal hope, where everyone can hold hands and finally cope with the intense grief that love can gently free from pain: by clinging to a promise that never loses its shine! O brave and beautiful City of Nations, mourn together and let the flute and violin console you with their sad harmony; O weeping hearts, invite joy by constantly remembering: how they laughed and cherished life in every way; it can be found in the mist of unconquerable sorrows! O brave and beautiful City of Nations, when they died, something nobler lived on: their sacrifice...to lead us into a safer tomorrow!