Che sarà

My country, which is on that hill

spread out like a sleeping old man

the boredom, the desertion, the nothing are your illness

my country, I'm leaving you, I'm going away

What will it be? what will it be? what will it be?

what will it be of my life, who knows...

I know how to do everything, or maybe not, we'll see it from tomorrow on

and it will be, will be that which has to be

Almost all my friends have left

and the other ones will go after me

what a shame! I used to enjoy their company

but everything finishes, everything goes

Che sarà della mia vita chi lo sa.

I take my guitar with me, and if I cry at night

I'll play a lullaby from my country

My love, I kiss you on the lips

which were the source of my first love

we have an appointment, where and when... I don't know

but I know I will come back

Thanks! ❤
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citlalli on 2010-01-01

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