A feelin´ I can´t get out of my head
  Since I came to the big town
  A countryman remains a countryman
  He feels that he is pressed by heavy grey stones
  
  Flowers don´t bloom on asphalt
  In town I can´t unfold
  In town, in town,...
  
  When sultriness weighs down the street gutters
  It drives me crazy in this overcrowded tram today
  Summer isn´t summer without meadows and woods
  And the smoke of exhaust is stealin´ my breath away
  
  Flowers don´t bloom on asphalt
  In town I can´t grow old
  In town, in town,...
  
  Moneymakers, they greedy surround you
  In town I cannot see it through
  In town, in town,...