Una casa con diez pinos
El Bordo
A House with Ten Pines
A house with 10 pine trees
To the south, there's a place
Right now, I'm going there, because I can't take it anymore
I can't take it anymore, I can't take living in the city
Just smoke and loneliness
Nothing else to breathe
Never again in the city
No questions to ask
Just a simple reflection
You can only choose
To forget or resist
To achieve and obtain
Prestige in the city
Money and nothing else
No time to observe
A garden under the sun
Before dying
A garden and my friends
Can't be compared
To the infernal noise
Of this war of ambition
To win or draw
I prefer to smile
Look inside myself
Smoke or draw
Why make it complicated.
