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