The usual road, white as salt
the wheat to grow, the fields to plough.
Checking every day
if it's raining or the sun is shining
to understand if tomorrow
you'll live or you'll die
and one day saying "enough" and going away.
Goodbye my love
goodbye my love, goodbye my love goodbye.
Goodbye my love,
goodbye my love, goodbye my love goodbye.
Going far far away
to look for another world,
saying goodbye to the backyard,
going away dreaming.
And then a thousand streets grey as smoke
in a world of lights in which you feel you are noone.
Skipping a hundred years in just one day,
from oxcarts in the fields
to airplanes in the sky.
Understanding nothing, and feeling like coming back to you.
Goodbye my love,
goodbye my love, goodbye my love goodbye.
Goodbye my love,
goodbye my love, goodbye my love goodbye.
Not being able to do anything in a world that knows everything
and not having a single penny to go back.
Goodbye my love,
goodbye my love, goodbye my love goodbye.
Goodbye my love,
goodbye my love, goodbye my love goodbye.