Sleeping Forest

In our concrete forest, There, where asphalt puddles are, An endless pavement is rambling, There, where you can see a cobblestone storm. I'm leaping through tiles, I'm not touching the joints, I don't want to insult Mother Earth and induce wars. Smoke's covered our concrete forest, We're getting lost in illuminating traffic lights, We're passing shadows while bowing down, And now we're waiting at a red light.