I want a house in the countryside
Where I can compose lots of rural rock songs
And just be sure
Of my close friends and nothing else
I want a house in the countryside
Where I can be in the size of peace
And only be sure
Of the limits of the body and nothing else
I want sheep and goats
Grazing solemnly in my garden
I want the silence of tired tongues
I want the hope of glasses
And a cool cuca's son
I can plant and harvest with my hand £o
Pepper and salt
I want a house in the countryside
The ideal size, wattle and daub and thatch
Where I can plant my friends
My records and books and nothing else

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