Oh my friends, how I miss your smiles In evenings when moods grow low. And my conscience is pointing at the door And who knows When it's time to go? And oh my love, what have we become A silly excuse for... Love or whatever remains of it... Time to go. Time to got to places I always dreamt of going to But not with you, Not with you. And in the end, what else does remain But saying: goodbye, God bless. And whatever you do, do it well And who knows Someday It's time to say hello, Again.