In the middle of a dry field, tobacco leaves grow. Tempered by the hot sun, leaves begin to grow
Every strand, every strand Saves the story of the journey From seed to cigarette
in the morning I sit on the terrace smoking a cup of coffee on the table it tastes delicious
In the middle of a dry field, tobacco leaves grow. Tempered by the hot sun, leaves begin to grow
Every strand, every strand Saves the story of the journey From seed to cigarette
in the morning I sit on the terrace smoking a cup of coffee on the table it tastes delicious
In the middle of a dry field, tobacco leaves grow. Tempered by the hot sun, leaves begin to grow
Every strand, every strand Saves the story of the journey From seed to cigarette
in the morning I sit on the terrace smoking a cup of coffee on the table it tastes delicious