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.