Che Sarà

My country that lies on the hill
Laid out like an old man asleep
The boredom, the abandonment, the nothingness
Are your illness
My country, I leave you, I'm going away

What will be, what will be, what will be
What will be of my life, who knows?
I've done everything or maybe nothing
From tomorrow, we'll see
And it will be, it will be what will be

My friends are almost all gone
And the others will leave after me
Too bad because I was fine
In their company
But everything passes and goes away

What will be, what will be, what will be
What will be of my life, who knows
I carry a guitar with me
And if I cry at night
I'll play a lullaby from my country

My love, I kiss you on the mouth
Which was the source of my first love
I give you an appointment
Where and when I don't know
But I only know that I will return

What will be, what will be, what will be
What will be of my life, who knows?
I've done everything or maybe nothing
From tomorrow, we'll see
And it will be, it will be what will be