My country that you are on the hill
Laid out like an old man asleep
Boredom, abandonment, nothingness
Are your disease

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?
I can do everything or maybe nothing
From tomorrow we will see
And it will be, it will be what it will be

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?
With me I carry the guitar
And if I cry at night
I will play a country lullaby

My love I kiss you on the mouth
That was the source of my first love

I give you an appointment
How, when, I don't 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?
With me I carry the guitar
And if I cry at night
I will play a country lullaby

What will be, what will be, what will be
What will become of my life, who knows?
I can do everything or maybe nothing
From tomorrow we will see
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?
With me I carry the guitar
And if I cry at night
I will play a country lullaby

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

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