Adéu, Adéu Amor Meu I Sort

So far and so close like the river and the poplar. One walking and the other still. Together but indifferent like the tree and the wind. One on top of the hill and the other flees... Goodbye, goodbye my love and luck. When one doesn't want, you can't make a garden where there's a plow, nor when it's dark make the sun rise, nor silk from the silkworm, nor a path from a shortcut. Wheat doesn't grow without seed and the granary is empty. That's why before the new day arrives, I'll go wherever I may be. Goodbye, goodbye my love and luck. And don't worry at all if the day after tomorrow you have to wash one of my sheets. The one who comes to warm the empty bed won't notice. Goodbye, goodbye my love and luck. When one doesn't want, you can't make a garden where there's a plow, nor when it's dark make the sun rise, nor silk from the silkworm, nor a path from a shortcut. Wheat doesn't grow without seed and the granary is empty. That's why before the new day arrives, I'll go wherever I may be. Goodbye, goodbye my love and luck. Goodbye, goodbye my love and luck.