Far, to a little wooden house
Work is hard as stone and it roots you
Love is sincere because it was born like water
Nothing is purer than the sweat of its back
Nothing's surer when it gives you its word
And when in the afternoons
I want to hear the breeze that caresses the mountain
I want to take you and lose ourselves in the jungle
Far, to a little wooden house
Work is hard as stone and it roots you
Love is sincere because it was born like water
Nothing is purer than the sweat of its back
Nothing's surer when it gives you its word
And when in the afternoons
I want to hear the breeze that caresses the mountain
I want to take you and lose ourselves in the jungle
I want to feel the wide silence
To hear only your heartbeats
I want to live in the green countryside
To love you with all my senses