P.Righini, 2025
Good morning, stranger, welcome in, Step on the concrete, let the game begin. Looks so perfect, maybe it’s not, But in this city, the surface is all we’ve got.
Asphalt jungle, we call it home, No green fields, just steel and stone. Feel the pavement burning slow, Guiding you everywhere you go.
Step off the plane, touch my land, Brother, I’ll greet you, take my hand. Children laughing, woman’s smile, Sit at our table, stay a while.
Asphalt jungle, we call it home, No green fields, just steel and stone. Feel the pavement burning slow, Guiding you everywhere you go.
No shade of trees, no meadow wide, Just bus stops, streetlights, towers high. Raise your eyes, it’s all you’ll see, Neon skies instead of leaves.
Asphalt jungle, we call it home, No green fields, just steel and stone. Feel the pavement burning slow, Guiding you everywhere you go.