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It was called the White City

And stood on ‘La Murgia’

A fortress controlled the plain

That separated her from the sea

Olive trees and wines on its slopes

Were life for its people

For a thousand years

But the last attack was near

The fleet of the Saracens

Set out toward those shores

With six thousands warriors

Ready to burn and kill’em all

At noon the ships could sea the coast

And the peasants were called to arms

But the legion of the Saracens

Had no rivals

The Arabian warriors

Saw the city and white walls

And gradually approaching

They burned trulli and trees

The battle in the castle

Would last a few hours

Otzuni would have

Capitulated.

At the end of the day

They reached the gates of the city

Bloodthirsty and hungry for victory

Ready for the decisive attack

The trees reduced to ashes

Rise again, like fiery ghosts

And exalting the sky and the wind

Began the rain dance to protect the walls

The clouds spitting black water

And the sky darkened painting the walls

Demons came out from hell

To defend the red lands and the community

Darkness covered everything

In the night of St.Oronzo

The silent screams were swallowed

And the black rain consumed their skin

The bloodbath of six thousand

Saracens in Apulia

The White City Otzuni

That became the Black City