I want to go live in the country
I want the dew that bathes me
but I live here in town, and I do not like most
in this beastly traffic
loneliness assails you and throws you down
that beautiful my youth
I want to return to the campaign
I want hoeing the earth and make wood
but I live here in the city, which is fast tribe
you can not communicate more
Here you can breathe more the sky is no longer blue
and I do not enjoy myself more
In my village they dance, dance, dance
on this night of a full moon po'gitana
in my country there feast feast feast