Letras
A couple miles away is the little country school where I go
Peddling a bicycle along the cinder track and laughing slow
The countryside is pretty but I've got to face the city and the world
I started drawing pictures and my teachers do the best they can do
I took examinations I'm accepted in an art college school
The countryside is pretty but I've got to face the city and the world
Commuting every day I'm a victim of the bustle and the smoke
The city suffocates me and the noise of busy people makes me choke
The countryside is pretty but I've got to face the city and the world
Sitting on the bus I feel I'm trapped inside a big machine
I dream about the country and the evening air that smells so clean
The countryside is pretty but I've got to face the city and the world
