Slaves Of Concrete Paroles

Now the trine of the birds is hidden
With the noise of machines, and the fog
Is mixed with the smog of factories.

Suffocated by the progress, we defy a
Natural law and she cries for her wounds,
It's a concrete jungle.

A gray giant rises among green prairies
That in a time will disappear
Before its magnificence.

Its foundations are built out of
Human unconciousness.

Suffocated by the progress, we defy a
Natural law and she cries for her wounds,
It's a concrete jungle.