When the first ray of light brightens the metropolis
Thousands are already on the rush
On the way to the daily bread
With the arms of time embracing

As the last trace of sun runs back to the sky
Thousands are still on the rush
Working for the bread of the next day
‘Til dew stops landing over leaves

And the clock ticks days and years
With the city lights running red and white

The wind blows to the passing of cars
The smell of carbon smoke in the air
People back and fourth on the concrete
Their path as grey as their lungs

Neon lights show the time running by
No delay is ever allowed
Skyscrapers keep the market engine
Money rushing through their veins

And the clock ticks days and years
With the city lights running red and white

And the clock ticks days and years
With the city lights running red and white

As the clock ticks days and years
Some lights fade for others to shine