"From the north and the east the tearful fled away,
From poisoned swamplands, foul with decay,
Seeking succor, from their poverty woes,
Seeking respite, from unbearable throes.

Big city: gold field of hope, for the bounty train;
Big city: sad reality to become, of bounteous pain;
Big city: the clime they also find, of vast obstructions.
Big city: where dreams come, destined for destruction.

Where again will they flee, the constant strife,
The ceaseless disasters, the angst of daily life?

At home, there are only torrents of anguish,
Far away they journey, far away they languish,
From Europe, the Americas and far away Asia,
Battered spirits yearn, for the comfort of amnesia."


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=78p9Wv4VO9o