My neighbor screams at night that her daughter can't sleep
The General from the fifth floor is already retired
But from the couch he asks his wife to bring him some coffee
He says: "Move on, march!"
There's the council member
Who build him a home with my piggy bank
The old lady who lives upstairs invites me to have some tea
Before drinking it she takes off her dentures
She's 90 years old but she lives by herself
She tells me everything while she pours me some tea
Our building is like the universe
It puts men and diversity together
Everyone has their own truth
Those who are right and those who aren't
We don't greet each other too much in our building
Here people only think of what they do
I'm dreaming of the countryside, of a garden that's only mine
That the city doesn't have
The city is such a mess!
The countess with a famous last name also lives here
She lost everything except her arrogance
And then there's Gino, the janitor
Who like many others, is an emigrant with a lot of children
And he has a really big heart
He knows that his liberty lies on his hands
And this building we live at is like a small universe
It puts men and diversity together
Everyone has their own truth
Those who are right and those who aren't
We don't greet each other too much in our building
Here people only think of what they do
I'm dreaming of the countryside, of a garden that's only mine
This building is an universe
We feel fine in this building
We feel bad in this building
But I live in this building
This building is an universe
We feel fine in this building
We feel bad in this building
But I live in this building