My town that's on the hill
Stretched out like a sleeping old man
The boredom, the abandonment, nothing
My town, I'm leaving you, I'm going away
What will be? What will be? What will be?
What will become of my life, who knows?
I can do everything or maybe nothing
And it'll be, what will be, will be
My friends are almost all gone
And the others will leave after me
A shame, 'cause I was happy
But everything passes, everything goes away
What will be? What will be? What will be?
What will become of my life, who knows?
I'm bringing my guitar with me, if at night I cry
I'll play a lament from my town
My love, I kiss you on the mouth
That was the source of my first love
I'll see you again, I just don't know how or when
But I only know that I'll return
What will be? What will be? What will be?
What will become of my life, who knows?
I can do everything or maybe nothing
And it'll be, what will be, will be
What will be? What will be? What will be?
What will become of my life, who knows?
I'm bringing my guitar with me, if at night I cry
I'll play a lament from my town
What will be? What will be? What will be?
What will become of my life, who knows?
I can do everything or maybe nothing
And it'll be, what will be, will be
What will be, what will be