الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
Driving past hotels
In the night your words don't sit well
How can I feel free
When all I want to be
Is by your side in that municipality
Up in that farm land
Past the houses and gardens
Dozens of shade trees
Are waiting there for me
But that's not anything like my reality
To be by your side in that municipality
That's not anything like my reality
