Casa No Campo

I want a house on the countryside
Where I can compose many rural rocks
And be only sure
Of the close friends and nothing else

I want a house on the countryside
Where I can be as peaceful as possible
And be only sure
Of the body's limits and nothing more

I want sheep and goats
Grazing solemnly in my garden
I want the silences of the tired tongues
I want the hope of the glasses
And my soon mentally healthy
I want to plant and to collect with my hand the pepper and the salt

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

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