For the Road I am going wandering,
Without a destination and without future,
Does my life seem that doesn't walk,
My friends left, and there is not anything
What I can do to bring them again, is
My life a Great Gloomy Hole, in
What it doesn't beat Light and in
My Tunnel Light does Never
Arrive, will it be that will
Always be like this?
Chorus:
It is incredible that such a
Simple thing can put an end
To all this, a word, just a
Small and simple word:
Go, your place is not here.
Go, your place is not here.
Every day that passes
I am sure of a thing: My place is
Not here, It is not natural, and is
This putting an end to me,
Because I don't know that Direction
To take, what Things to do, what do?
I need to do? End to put to my life and to leave?
Don't I think it is the appropriate thing, but
If it goes for my good and for the good of all
To my Circuit, will I do then, but will
I go where? What will make?
Mine helps everything that you
Need it is me to Say a word, a small and
Gigantic word: go.