Cómo Será Vivir en el Campo

It smells like old car dust and freedom, which hasn't been breathed in for a long time. The world around me is slightly swaying - like after a long sleep, when you don't immediately remember who you are and where you're going. Everything seems tired, but honest: a song about those who shed the armor of ambition and remembered that simply living is already an achievement. There's a slightly hoarse smile in every word: a little sadness, a little tired humor, and a drop of hope that there's still light ahead. Even if the road is long, the gas is running low, and the dog in the back seat is looking philosophical. Everything passes, a voice from within says. And it's true - it passes, but beautifully.