If raining tomorrow morning,
I put my hand between the clouds,
and I will require of the sun that it shines!
I take seriously my happiness!
So ... I better laugh of the my sorrow
She will pass. Now, the other,
she came to stay.
There are days wich I smile
There are days wich I cry
But I am smiling more!
In These accounts,
Only the days are repeated, and
them are good!
I put my hand between the clouds,
and I will require of the sun that it shines!
I take seriously my happiness!
So ... I better laugh of the my sorrow
She will pass. Now, the other,
she came to stay.
There are days wich I smile
There are days wich I cry
But I am smiling more!
In These accounts,
Only the days are repeated, and
them are good!
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