This is the story
Of one of us
He was also born by chance in via Gluck
In a house, outside the city
Quiet people, who worked
/>There where there was grass there is now
A city, and that house
In the middle of the greenery now, where will it be?
This boy from Gluck Street
He enjoyed playing with me
But one day he said
I'm going to the city and he said it while he was crying
I ask him friend, aren't you happy?
Finally go and stay in the city
There you will find the things that you didn't have here
You will be able to wash yourself at home without going down to the courtyard
My dear friend, he said, here I was born
In this street now I leave my heart
But how can you not understand
It's lucky for you who remain
Barefoot playing in the meadows,
While there in the center I breathe the concrete.
But a day will come when I will return here again
And I will hear the friendly train whistling like this ¬, wa, wa
Years pass
But eight is a long time
But that boy has come a long way
But he doesn't forget his first home
Now with the money he can buy it
He comes back and doesn't find the friends he had
Only houses upon houses
Tar and cement
There where there was grass now there is
A city
And that house in the middle of the greenery now
Where will it be
Hey, Hey
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Oh no, I don't know, I don't know why
Because they continue to build the houses
And they don't leave the grass, they don't leave the grass
They don't leave the grass, they don't leave the grass
Oh no, if we go on like this, who knows
How it will be done, who knows