Casa No Campo

I want a house in the countryside
Where I can compose many rural rocks
And only have the certainty
Of close friends and nothing more

I want a house in the countryside
Where I can stay in the size of peace
And only have the certainty
Of the limits of the body and nothing more

I want sheep and goats
Grazing solemnly in my garden
I want the silence of tired tongues
I want the hope of glasses
And my son with a cool head
I want to plant and harvest with my hands the pepper and salt

I want a house in the countryside
Of the ideal size, wattle and daub and thatch
Where I can plant my friends
My records and books and nothing more

Where I can plant my friends
My records, my books and nothing more
Where I can plant my friends
My records and books and nothing more