Life is bliss when the angels carol
In a heavenly choir where nothing's amiss
Every voice is a melody
Every tune makes your heart sing

Hustle and bustle spells the noonday streets
Women in suits and girls in jeans
Jostle and tussle when the crowd's at peak
Men in sweat and boys in pink

Clangs of metal and handphones' screams
Day or night the city never sleeps
Deafened by blares of hedonists
Wandering souls float adrift

Just upon thinking the world's stop spinning
The heavenly angels start to sing
Croon in a voice merry and free
Triumphing the noise of economic beasts

No need for flamboyance, nor any for beats
No need for melodies, nor any for sheets
Listen to your heart while rhythms enchant your feet
Follow the angels' voices as your soul twirls to His feat