When all songs, which I don't even know,
will stop sounding,
In the tart air my last
paper steamer will scream once.
Goodbye, America, oh,
Where I have never been.
Goodbye forever,
Take the banjo,
Play me goodbye.
La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
Your grated jeans
become too small for me.
We've been taught for so long time
To love your forbidden fruit.
Goodbye, America, oh,
Where I will never be.
Will I hear the song,
Which I will remember forever ?
Goodbye, America, oh,
Where I will never be.
Hear my song,
which is like a funeral knell.