Che Sarà
José Feliciano
What Will Be
My country that lies on the hill
Lying down 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, everything goes away
What will be, what will be, what will be
What will be of my life, who knows!
I carry my 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 the appointment
How, 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 carry my guitar with me
And if I cry at night
I'll play a lullaby from my country
What will be, what will be, what will be
What will be of my life, who knows!
I carry my guitar with me
And if I cry at night
I'll play a lullaby from my country
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
What will be, what will be, what will be
What will be of my life, who knows!
I carry my guitar with me
And if I cry at night
I'll play a lullaby from my country
What will be, what will be, what will be
What will be of my life, who knows!
