花は散りゆく季節はめぐる 涙ひとしずくこぼれ落ちる いつか思い出に出来るかな 好きすぎるからもうサヨナラ 想いの果ては空の彼方へ 海の底よりも深いなんて ほんの少しの未来見えたって 淡い期待だけさせないで 想いの果ては空の彼方へ 悲しみに悲しみ重ねないで いつかきらいになるその前にもう サヨナラ 名前呼ぶ声がやさしいよね ずっと続いてく気がしてた ぬくもりは近くにあるのに 私はどこかさみしかったの 花は散りゆく季節はめぐる 涙ひとしずくこぼれ落ちる 始まらない二人だから こんなに好きだけどサヨナラ サヨナラ サヨナラ サヨナラ サヨナラ (I don't wanna say) 過ぎ去りし日々は流れる雲 形を変えて空に溶けても 埋まらない心の隙間はなぜ 二人を遠ざけてしまうの 過ぎ去りし日々は流れる雲 わかり合っていると信じてたの いつか消えてしまうその前にもう サヨナラ なんていやだよ 抱き締める腕はあたたかくていつも幸せを感じてた 信じるたびに強くなれた 求めてばかりで脆(もろ)くなった 花は散りゆく想いはめぐる 涙ひとしずくこぼれ落ちる これ以上そばにいれないの 届かない背中にサヨナラ サヨナラ サヨナラ サヨナラ サヨナラ (I don't wanna say) 巡り逢えたこと 間違いじゃないよね だけどもう伝えられない こんなにも好きなのに 花は散りゆく季節はめぐる 涙ひとしずくこぼれ落ちる いつか思い出に出来るかな 好きすぎるからもうサヨナラ サヨナラ サヨナラ サヨナラ サヨナラ 名前呼ぶ声も 抱きしめる腕も 二人の未来も 昨日までの思い出も (I don't wanna say) 想いの果ては空の彼方へ 想いの果ては空の彼方へ

I am Francisco Vasquez Garcia I am welcome to Almeria We have sin gas and con leche We have fiesta and feria We have the song of the chochona We have brandy and half corona And Leonardo and his accordione And calamari and macaroni Come all you rambling boys of pleasure And ladies of easy leisure We must say adios until we see Almeria once again There is a minstrel, there you see And he stoppeth one in three He whispers in this one's ear "Will you kindly kill a dog for me" Now he has won chochona in the bingo All the town has watched this crazy gringo As he pulls off the doll's head laughing And miraldo throws its body in the sea Come all you rambling boys of pleasure And ladies of easy leisure We must say adios until we see Almeria once again El vienticinco de agosto Abrio sus ojos Jaime Fearnley Pero el bebe cinquante Gin-campari Y se tendio para cerrarlos Y Costello el rey del America Y suntuosa Cait O Riordan Non rompere mes colliones Los gritos fuera de las casas Come all you rambling boys of pleasure And ladies of easy leisure We must say adios until we see Almeria once again

In the rosy parks of England we'll sit and have a drink Of VP wine and cider 'til we can hardly think And we'll go where the spirits take us, to Heaven or to Hell And kick up bloody murder in the town we love so well Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye) From the dear old streets of King's Cross to the doors of the ICA Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye) We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite And I'm not going home tonight (yep-ay-aye, yep-ay-aye) From Brixton's lovely boulevards to Hammersmith's sightly shores We'll scare the Camden Palace poofs and worry all the whores There's lechers up in Whitehall and queers in the GLC And when we've done those bastards in, we'll storm the BBC Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye) From Surrey Docks to Somers Town with a KMRIA Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye) We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite And I'm not going home tonight (yep-ay-aye, yep-ay-aye) From a five-pound bet in William Hills to a Soho sex-shop dream From a fried egg in Valtaro's to a Tottenham Court Road ice cream We'll spew and lurch, get nicked, on the way we'll kill and maim When you haven't got a penny, boys, it's all the bloody same Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye) From Pentonville Road on a sunset eve, to the beauty that's Mill Lane Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye) We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite And I'm not going home tonight (yep-ay-aye, yep-ay-aye) This town has done us dirty, this town has bled us dry We've been here for a long time and we'll be here 'til we die So we'll finish off the leavings of blood and glue and beer And burn this bloody city down in the summer of the year Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye) From Arlington House with a two bob bit to the Scottish shores today Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye) We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite And I'm not going home tonight (yep-ay-aye) (Yep-ay-aye, yep-ay-aye)