Una casa con diez pinos

A house with 10 pines
towards the south there is 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 it anymore living in the city
just smoke and loneliness
nothing else to breathe
never again in the city
there are no questions to ask
just a simple reflection
you can only choose
to forget or resist
to achieve and obtain
prestige in the city
d money and nothing else
with no time to observe
a garden under the sun
before dying

A garden and my friends
cannot be compared
to the infernal noise
of this war of ambition
to win or draw
I prefer to smile
look inside of me
smoke or draw
to why complicate.