Sole of the valley, the sun hill for
campaigns is not there, anymore.
Goodbye, goodbye love, I go away,
bitter land mine, bitter and beautiful ...
Endless skies and faces like stone hands
calloused hopeless.
Goodbye, goodbye love, I go away,
bitter land mine, bitter and beautiful ...
Among olive groves, the moon already born, a child
crying, feeding a breast thin.
Goodbye, goodbye love, I go away,
bitter land mine, bitter and beautiful ...
campaigns is not there, anymore.
Goodbye, goodbye love, I go away,
bitter land mine, bitter and beautiful ...
Endless skies and faces like stone hands
calloused hopeless.
Goodbye, goodbye love, I go away,
bitter land mine, bitter and beautiful ...
Among olive groves, the moon already born, a child
crying, feeding a breast thin.
Goodbye, goodbye love, I go away,
bitter land mine, bitter and beautiful ...