Che sara'
Ricchi e Poveri
What will be
My country, you are on the hill, lying down like an old man asleep
Boredom, abandonment, nothingness are your illness
My country, I leave you and go away
What will be, what will be, what will be
What will be of my life, who knows
I can do everything, or maybe nothing, we'll see tomorrow
And it will be, it will be what will be
My love, I kiss you on the mouth
That was the source of my first love
I give you the appointment
How 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 carry my guitar with me
And if I cry at night
I will play a lullaby from my country
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 can do everything, or maybe nothing, we'll see tomorrow
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 can do everything, or maybe nothing
We'll see tomorrow
And it will be, it will be what will be
What will be, will be
