Porous bricks are air more than theyŕe clay
They bake in sunshine, soak in British rain
Inside the ir spaces human feelings stay
Anger, comfort, love here find their place
And where thereś hatred they may fill with pain
Porous bricks are air more than theyŕe clay
Children´ś laughter, grey fogs of disgrace
Dogs’ mad barks with cats mioaws ingrained
Inside these spaces,music noises stay
The Shopping Complex lacks an atmosphere.
Concrete does not soak up human pain
Porous stones are air more than theyŕe clay
From metal doors and windows bare and clear
Emotions, voices,kisses flush to drains
Inside such metal beauty cannot stay
Love climbs up the roses bleeds on thorns
From red brick, old stone, grace is new born
Porous bricks are prayer more than theyŕe clay
Inside the brick and stone old feelings play
How my heart sings 