I´ll forget your smell, the feeling of your hair.
Your hawlings will hurt no more my ears.
You won´t tear my shirts, you´ll eat no more my meal.
It seems that I will have now some peace.
Where are you, my dear fucking asshole?
Hells of it! Sucks to you!
You´ll forget my games, our racings in the sand.
You´ll have a new owner and a new name.
I may never see you again,
but until then, my friend,
I´ll pronounce your name,
I´ll call it to the wind,
I´ll sing it in the rain today.
I hope that you remember my smell
for if I ever see you again.
I hope that it ever remainds you
of me any guitar sound.
I may never see you again,
but until then, my friend,
I´ll pronounce your name,
I´ll call it to the wind,
I´ll sing it in the rain today.