Oh the postcards I‘ve sent,
Putting pictures with them.
How many Septembers have passed, I haven‘t received an answer.
But I‘m waiting,
But no, you don‘t write.
Alright, then it‘ll be that way.
The one broken will be my heart.
The waves, the oceans, everyone sends their greetings.
They said to kiss your cheeks, just once for them too.
Wherever you are, but wherever you are,
Whoever you‘re with, wherever you are.
I listened to that song again on the radio this morning,
I was just leaving home, I felt all strange inside.
But I‘m waiting,
But no, you don‘t come.
Alright, then it‘ll be that way.
The one broken will be my heart.
The children, the fishers, the seagulls send their greetings.
They said to kiss your eyes, just once for them too.
Wherever you are, but wherever you are,
Whoever you‘re with, wherever you are.
Wherever you are, but wherever you are,
Whoever you‘re with, wherever you are.
Wherever you are, but wherever you are,
Whoever you‘re with, wherever you are.