A gray giant rises among green prairies
That in a time will disappear
Before its magnificence
Its foundations are built out of
Human unconciousness
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
