Quiero vivir en el campo

I want to go live in the countryside, (ah ah)
I want that dew that soaks me (ah ah)
but I live in the city, and I can't take it anymore,
in this beastly traffic,
loneliness attacks you and sinks you more and more
better change latitude...

I want to go back to the mountains (ah ah)
I want to till the land and make firewood (ah ah)
and I'm still in the city, among this crowd,
unable to communicate
and unable to even breathe, the sky is never blue here,
(and I'm not having fun anymore)

In my town we dance, we dance, we dance,
in this night stirred by the full moon
In my town there are parties, what a party, what a party
Everyone in the square, peering out the window,
it's like a dream still, memories of youth...

I who was born in the countryside (ah ah)
I remember Grandpa Silvio and the grape harvest (ah ah)
And I live in the city, where you were born
where the fog is general
and confusion attacks you and sinks you a little more
(and I'm not having fun anymore)

In my town we dance, we dance, we dance
in this passionate night of the full moon...
In my town there are parties, what a party, what a party
everyone in the square, peering out the window
Memories of my town,
the church, the houses, and the teachers always cultivating their roses
Memories of my town
the old bus that started slowly, puffing every afternoon,
it's like a dream still, memories of youth...
and in my town we dance, we dance, we dance,
from night to dawn with the full moon...
Memories of my town,
good people who breathe love,
and that pond that when I was a child seemed like the sea
and in my town there were parties, what a party, good party
it's always lived as if in a party
Memories of my town,
the jokes, the postman, and the fear that the poor Civil Guards gave
They are still like a dream...