Softly I will leave you soon
When I go, brush away your tears
In the long, slow nights; in the coming days
My dearest, please don't cry for me
Difficult roads lie ahead
But please wish me well with laughs and smiles
Though the wind will come; though the rain will fall
In the wind and rain I'll think of you
In the days I'm far from you
I will focus more on myself
In the months and years you're far from me
You should take care of yourself
You ask me when I'll come back home
Quietly I ask myself the same
It won't be right now, it won't be that soon
I think maybe in the wintertime