The most beautiful thing
that life can give us
is youth—but slowly, slowly, it fades.
You are twenty now—
what are you waiting for—pack your suitcase—
the time has come to leave.
Like a best friend
who suddenly abandons you,
I left expecting not to return.
Maybe I have changed—
I have my life but my mind
constantly returns to you.
Country, where you are born,
it is like a first love
that you never can forget.
Country, I was so ungrateful—
you would not be nourished
if I had not returned.
Country, you did not understand
that at the end, in the end,
you do not live only for love.
No, you do not know,
my Country
that this is the truth.
Thanks to the heavens,
I can say it worked out—
and I do not remember that suitcase anymore.
Now I have almost everything,
but if I think about it,
what I will miss always will be only you.
Country, where you are born,
it is like a first love
that you never can forget.
Country, I was so ungrateful—
you would not be nourished
if I had not returned.
Country, you did not understand
that at the end, in the end,
you do not live only for love.
No, you do not know,
my Country
that this is the truth.