Tickertape
Gone, yes, I'll be gone,
so good-bye,
I know I couldn't stay
'cause I just don't care
any more, no more.
Life leads me
to summer winds
to different roads
and ways
as those when I used to fly
in my dreams
up the hill
through tickertape
and windmills
burning wings
as if I were
a firecracker bird,
a firecracker bird,
I'll be gone,
good-bye, good-bye.
Autor(es): Chabuca Granda