By the time I return what will be of my loves
I'm just going down like birds in the wind
I still do not go far and I come crying and crying
But who am I going to blame if they are destiny things
Only god will know why I frame this Cyrus
Of having to go and find my fortune on the road
What will be of my will be
When I return to my little town
and in those stone streets
no longer find my sweetie
what will be of me
who will console
to my inert heart
that for my bad luck
for the pain of losing you
dying will be
to my parents blessings, to my girlfriend an oath
when on the stone streets we walked very happy
that's why I take my little town in thought
What will be of my will be
When I return to my little town
and in those stone streets
I can not find my sweetie
what will be of me
who will console my inert heart
that for my bad luck
for the pain of losing you
dying will be
Only among all we can make this a better place :)