Crying and sad are the countries,
because some people had taken the city-
with Satanical and sick minds,
had committed the worst disaster of
Anguished and very sad are all countries around the world.
Disparate, they have not peace.
Orphans, widows without husbands, children without parents-
there are a lot of people very sad and worried in my city .
My city was very happy,
but now for a long time will be sad.
Little by little, she will regain fun,
But my New York City will never forget.
Insecurity is around the world.
We the people cry to see our city looking like this.
New York, New York where are your huge buildings?
What happened-what did those satanic people do to you?

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