My country that you are on the hill
Laid out like an old man asleep
The boredom, the abandonment, nothing
Only your sickness
My country, I leave you, I'm going away

What will be, what will be, what will be?
What will become of my life, who knows?
So far everything or maybe nothing
From tomorrow we will see
And it will be, it will be what it will be

My love, I kiss you on the mouth
That was the source of my first love
I give you the appointment
How and when I do not know
But I only know that I will return
What will be, what will be, what will be?
What will become of my life, who knows?
As I carry the guitar
If I cry at night
A country lullaby I will play

My friends are almost all gone
And the others will leave after me
It's a pity because I was fine
In their company
But everything passes, everything goes away

What will be, what will be, what will be?
What will become of my life, who knows?
So far everything or maybe nothing
From tomorrow we will see
And it will be, and it will be, it will be what it will be

What will be, what will be, what will be?
What will become of my life, who knows?
So far everything or maybe nothing
From tomorrow we will see
And it will be, it will be what it will be

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