Cançó de Suburbi

I love the scraggly garden
That feels the weight of the factory
And I enjoy turning my life
In this indifferent landscape

And I like the breezy moments
People munching on snacks and tea
A girl with a sharp tongue
And a song that makes you cry

And the humble man who shows us
A brave front and a captive eye
He wears a cap and sandals
With a bundle and a blue suit

Here I see the world opening up
Cold and terrible like death
And it's so petty and so poor
The little bell of my heart!

From the beggars, the crowd flees
And on my face, there's no veil
I can look at my naked soul
Without a hint of fear

I love the desolate garden
The sleepy peach tree that’s dying
And the silver herring
A pitcher of blood, a golden tomato

I keep following your madness
Strange men with nice smiles
Who will return to misery
A little bit more content!

Through the troubles, through the pain
Tears, roses, pearls, and kisses
Let this heart and these veins endure
Let this eye that sees nothing endure

A blazing outfit that rips joy
Dance for me! Loyal man
Come, let’s smoke our pipe
On the virgin grass

Tell me the vivid wonders
Of your work, of your torment
Under the concert of the stars
Let’s smoke peacefully together