My town that you are on the hill
lying like an old man who dies,
grief and abandonment are your sad company,
My town I leave you without joy.
And my friends were almost all
and the others will leave after I,
I'm sorry because I loved your nice company
But it's my life I have to leave
What will it be, what will it be, what will it be.
What will be of my life, what will be
If I know a lot or do not know anything,
tomorrow he will look and be what he will be.
My love, I wear your smile
that was the source of my love first,
I promise you love, how and when I do not know
but I know only that I'll be back
What will it be, what will it be, what will it be.
What will be of my life what will be
In the night my guitar will sweetly sound
and a girl from my town will cry.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)