One of the magic centres Of the world; One of the world's Dreaming places. Ought to point the way To the world. Here lives the great music Of humanity The harmonisation of different Histories, cultures, geniuses, And dreams. Ought to shine to the world And tell everyone That history, though unjust, Can yield wiser outcomes. And out of bloodiness Can come love Out of slave-trading Can come a dance of souls, Out of division, unity; Out of chaos, fiestas. City of tradition, conquests, And variety; City of commerce and the famous river, Tell everyone that the future Is yet unmade. Many possibilities live in your cellars. Nightmares and illuminations. Boredom and brilliance. Tomorrow's music sleeps In undiscovered orchestras, In unmade violins, In coiled strings. Spring waits by the lakes, Listening to the unfurling daffodils. Summer lingers with the hyperborean worms, Awaiting an astonishing command From the all-seeing eye of Ra. Tomorrow's music sleeps In our fingers, In our awakening souls, The blossom of our spirit, The suggestive buds of our hearts. Tell everyone the idea Is to function together, As good musicians would In undefined future orchestras. Let the energy of commerce flow. Let the vision of art heal. Technology, provide the tools. Workers of the world Re-make the world Under the guidance of inspiration And wise laws. Create the beautiful music Our innermost happiness suggests. Delight the future. Create happy outcomes. And while Autumn dallies With the West wind And the weeping nightingales And while Winter clears its sonorous throat At the Antipodean banquets Preparing for a speech of hoarfrost And icicles conjured from living breath, I want you to tell everyone Through trumpets played with The fragrance of roses That a mysterious reason Has brought us all together, Here, now, under the all-seeing eye of the sun.