El Condor Pasa
I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail
Yes I would
If I could
I surely would
I'd rather be a hammer than a nail
Yes I would
If I could
I surely would
Away, I'd rather sail away
Like a swan that's here and gone
A man grows older every day
It gives the world
Its saddest sound
Its saddest sound
I'd rather be a forest than a street
Yes I would
If I could
I surely would
I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet
Yes I would
If I could
I surely would
Away, I'd rather sail away
Like a swan that's here and gone
A man grows older every day
It gives the world
Its saddest sound
Its saddest sound
Writer/s: Paul Simon
