I shall leave home,
I shall leave the countryside
The grey olive trees
Will be left behind.
I shall leave home
Following the path of wind;
Maybe I'll find the storm,
Possibly very bad weather...
My friend Peter
And the eldest of my brothers
Left some time ago
And now they shan't be back.
If I tell my mother
That I also want to leave,
My mother always weeps
And I don't know how to cry anymore!
I shall leave home
Following the path of wind;
Maybe I'll find the storm,
Possibly very bad weather...
But I shall leave home,
I shall leave the countryside
The grey olive trees
Will be left behind.