Like the day and like the night
Like your heart that seems asleep
I would so much like the day to dawn
Yes that it dawns on your life
Like a tree that no longer gives flowers
You no longer want to believe in your happiness
A man falls but he gets up again
Nothing ever lasts in life
If you stay clinging to your dream
Nothing is ever really over
Your trials and all your troubles
Are there to teach you about life
Suffering and all the worries
Are there to make you stronger
And the stones that were thrown at you
If you know who threw them
Above all, don't never send back
You will turn it into gold
Like these people who are much too small
Who only love those who have succeeded
We all have the right to others chances
We all have the right to be here
Like a flower opening to the sun
Like a bee making its honey
You must never close your door
Nor shelter your heart
Because nothing is ever lost in advance
Nothing is ever really finished
Like a spring that springs up
In the middle of the desert and blooming again
Everything is hidden deep inside you
Even chance is not part of it
We all come to this earth
With two or three things to do
But you have to let time take its course
Everything comes at the right time
Like day and like night
Like the sun after the rain
The good weather comes just after the storm
The day comes just after the boredom
Like those sad and tired people
Who too quickly got what they wanted
Perhaps it's not a chance
To have nothing left to dream
We are only rich in our hope
And the path to get there go
The true wealth of life
It's the heart or it's the mind
And the smile of a child
Is much closer heaven than money
It is love that beautifies us
And we only grow with it
Our feelings and our thoughts
No one can buy them
And the stones that were thrown at you
If you know who threw them
Above all, never throw them back
But keep them, they are your treasure
We all come to this earth
With two or three things to do
But we must let time wait
Everything always comes at the right time
Like a spring that springs up
In the middle of the desert and blooms again
Not even chance
We all come to this earth
With two or three things to do
But you have to let time take its course
Everything comes at the right time

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