Ciao A Te

Goodbye to you and your little queer son
Goodbye to you and your stinky feet
Goodbye to you and me... to me
And to everything you see.

And goodbye to your job
To your job as a streetcar driver
Goodbye to you and to whoever buys you a drink
Goodbye to you and your little queer son
Goodbye to you and to me, poor fool.

Goodbye to your cap you wear on your head
To your curious belly
To your thousandth strike and to your party

But how many ties
And the rising cost of milk
People shouting
And a dog that cries, that cries
And a bullfight.

Goodbye to everyone
To those around you
To your short nights
To your nights without return
To your old stinky feet
Goodbye to you and to everything you believe.

Goodbye to the tiredness
And to your fading eyesight
To your old flags
And to the hair on your hands
Goodbye because you only trust yourself
And to your tomorrow on your knees
Goodbye to you and your little queer son.

Goodbye, my old love
Goodbye to your clenched fist
Sweet little goat
With hair on your heart, never, never disappointed

Goodbye steaks every day
Steaks and gnocchi
Goodbye to you... to you...
And to your queer kids

I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm leaving
Where there's still a place to think
Two or three people to come together
Where even without feeling good
Laughing, crying, talking
You can start over.