Six p. m. , the city burns
In the heat of the rush
The scenario is punk
From the overpass we see a little bit distant
The gray horizon
the fuming breeze of soot and gases
Of fleeting faces going their way
This urban Babel is the Babylon
That imprisons you and conditions
you to live like this
How can you feel in peace?

Just get out, just get out
This going around, this going around
Just come to the vibe, come to the vibe
Just come to the vibe, come to the vibe

I know that you sweat
and give your blood for your offspring
And the system consumes you as much as it can
You need to take time
to keep some calm in your mind
To let the good feelings flow
to let the good vibes go

Just get out, just get out
This going around, this going around
Just come to the vibe, come to the vibe
Just come to the vibe, come to the vibe

Everyday you repeat the drama
You fall out of bed in your pajamas
And cross the metrópole, in this come and go
You need to make a stop
you need to escape this route
There has to be something to make you feel good
Something more than watching Tv
Something good like a sound that makes you move
That could make you live intensily

Just get out, just get out
This going around, this going around
Just come to the vibe, come to the vibe
Just come to the vibe, come to the vibe

Just get out, just get out
This going around, this going around
Just come to the vibe, come to the vibe
Just come to the vibe, come to the vibe