The Sun runs through the clouds
The shadows raise from the dark in the city
The one of the seven hills

But this was a different day
One of those who write the book of destiny
Oh! Father! So tragic the devil's play

The evil tells how things have to be
And the land began to shake!

Earthquake! - and I feel the people's pain
Earthquake! - when they see their destiny
Earthquake! - and I feel the people's pain

It seems the torment never ends
And I hear the children crying and a bark
Echoes from the hill

Oh can't you hear? - the town's falling down
Now they cry for the death and pray for themselves
In the city of the seven hills

Women and children first!, the word of the noble one
But soon they will rest in piece at the end of the nightmare
In the city of the seven hills

Cry! Cry! Cry! Cry! You see blood everywhere
Now you must stand up and build it up again
So you remember: Marquis of pombal