Langue d'arrivée: Anglais
The day comes and the wind turns into a storm
The heart searches and finds sorrows in itself
Every laugh is an answer, every answer is a sin
Whatever you do doesn't work, a revolt breaks off inside you.
Even if God has forgotten
Beat, my heart, beat, don’t stop, beat.
What happened is over, please
Beat, one more time, to live
Smile, please
These days become ‘yesterdays’
It would be a pity to live without memories