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.