Ridley Road smells of spices and fire, the market shouts, the street roars. Dalston never sleeps, neither does the train, neon light, shadows in the bars. Hackney is cracks, noise, and heartbeat, past and fury, asphalt and hunger. Trellick Tower watches life running barefoot and burning.
Ridley Road huele a especias y fuego,
grita el mercado, ruge la calle.
Dalston no duerme, el tren tampoco,
luz de neón, sombra en los bares.
Hackney es grieta, ruido y latido,
pasado y furia, asfalto y hambre.
Trellick Tower mira la vida que corre descalza y arde.
