Che Sarà

My country, you who are on the hill
Lying down like an old man asleep
Boredom, abandonment
Nothing, I am 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 from tomorrow
And it will be what will be
My love, I kiss you on the mouth
Which 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 of 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 from tomorrow
And 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 from tomorrow
And it will be what will be
What will be, will be