Now, I leave,
Don't repeat it to me;
I'm collecting
the right things
to go to a hotel.
A pair of pajamas,
soap, slippers
and a couple of shirts
For no return ..
Now I leave,
Don't repeat it to me;
I have got tired too
From so many lies,
From not to be true.
Here in this bag
I put my life
with her on my back
I am free again ...
The day that you can
You send me with someone
things that now
could be forgotten;
the book of verses
That I was reading for you
The happy Days
That will not return.
The day that you can
You send me with someone
The dear things
Of my property;
The common things
The bands in the air
That fly aimlessly
That hurt no more,
Not anymore.