You're leaving,
you're leaving,
you're leaving
and I cry, cry.
I don't cry after you anymore
and it's because I cried enough
from the moment I met you.
You're leaving,
you're leaving,
you're leaving
and I won't beg you
to stay at my side.
Before you left,
I learned to fly without you.
They'll bloom once again,
the rose bushes and the wheat field,
there's always a new morning
and I'll love again.
They'll bloom once again,
the rose bushes and the wheat field,
there's always a new morning
and I'll love again.
You're leaving,
you're leaving,
you're leaving
and I won't cry.
You're leaving,
you're leaving,
you're leaving
and I keep on
writing a song
that will welcome
a new love.1
You're leaving,
you're leaving,
you're leaving
and I won't cry.
I don't cry after you anymore.
They'll bloom once again,
the rose bushes and the wheat field,
there's always a new morning
and I'll love again.
They'll bloom once again,
the rose bushes and the wheat field,
there's always a new morning
and I'll love again.
You're leaving,
you're leaving,
you're leaving
and I won't cry.
1. lit. 'a new heart'