From the labyrinth of blocks,
Where low-rises stay so close,
That can catch in cell my soul,
By the ancient heavy walls,
From the streets, that oppress cars,
Streets with the bikeroads scars.
From the world that lost the skies
I want rise
To a high-rise paradise.
O, the high-rise paradise,
Where buildings touch the skies,
Where sky is not so far,
Where soul unite with car.
O, high-rises and highways,
You unite my soul with space,
Windows shining like starlight,
In impressive heavens height.
