This is the English part of the lyric sung by Robert Plant
Oh - city don't cry
Oh - city don't cry
Is all your virgin truth turned to lies?
Are all your dreams of freedom monolith?
Is all your peace and justice so much myth?
Oh - city don't cry
Oh - city don't weep
Oh - city don't weep
For even brother Satan has to sleep
And all your tragic idols, they will rest in peace
And beautiful believers, their quiet counsel keep
Oh - city don't weep
Oh - city don't moan
Oh - city don't moan
Inside your gates I make my wanderers' home
And from your desert arms my fears have flown
Against your walls my demons turn to stone
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