Che sarà [English translation]

My village—stretched out on the hill

like an old man asleep—

boredom, abandonment,

and nothingness are your maladies.

My village, I am leaving you— I am going away.

What will be, what will be, what will be.

What will become of my life, who knows?

I can do everything or perhaps nothing—starting tomorrow, we will see—

and it will be—it will be whatever it will be.

My friends are for the most part gone,

and the rest will leave after me.

Too bad because I enjoyed their company,

but all that passes and goes away.

What will be, what will be, what will be.

What will become of my life, who knows?

I carry a guitar with me in case I cry at night,

and then I will play a lullaby from my village.

My love, I kiss you on the mouth,

where my first love began.

I'll see you for a date—where and when I don't know—

but I just know that I will return.

What will be, what will be, what will be.

What will become of my life, who knows?

I can do everything or perhaps nothing—starting tomorrow, we will see—

and it will be—it will be whatever it will be.

What will be, what will be, what will be.

What will become of my life, who knows?

I can do everything or perhaps nothing—starting tomorrow, we will see—

and it will be—it will be whatever it will be.

What will be, what will be, what will be.

What will become of my life, who knows?

I can do everything or perhaps nothing—starting tomorrow, we will see—

and it will be—it will be whatever it will be.

What will be, what will be, what will be.

What will become of my life, who knows?

I can do everything or perhaps nothing—starting tomorrow, we will see—

and it will be—it will be whatever it will be.

• Artist:Jimmy Fontana
• Album:Il Mondo (2000)