There is, there must be
Ample light at the end of
The tiring tunnel.
The optimistic sat at the table, He looked to her around
and some of what little they found availed. They told him
that was too much nothing (in reality there were pocomucho)
but he devoured their ration without comment,
opened the newspaper, their coffee is smoked and ended
Dine in peace. He thought: I have the right to eat with joy
the pocomucho that I get while the abundance.
However they continued talking about everything there is
There is no no no. There's this or the other.
There's this or the other
......
No more will I make life freeze;
I will enjoy my life up to its lowest lees.
Life is short; it is precious;
Life can't stand with things malicious.
Why shouldn't I, why shouldn't I?
Soar with wings up in the sky?
Aye, I do love to dream;
Like the stars, I don't gleam,
But I will shine, shine, for sure;
The more will I shine, the more endure.
......
Never feel fatigued,
For there is more to explore
Always in this world.
O mother, I'll make you proud,
O mother, I say it loud!
O mother, bear with me for a while,
O mother, have to walk just another mile.
O mother, father has got old, I know,
O mother, and you remain rather low;
O mother, fatigue is what you always hide,
O mother, your sacrifices, I'll never put aside.
......
There is, there must be
Ample light at the end of
The tiring tunnel.
No more will I make life freeze;
I will enjoy my life up to its lowest lees.
Life is short; it is precious;
Life can't stand with things malicious.
Why shouldn't I, why shouldn't I?
Soar with wings up in the sky?
Aye, I do love to dream;
Like the stars, I don't gleam,
But I will shine, shine, for sure;
The more will I shine, the more endure.
......
The clock strikes four;
I’m never like before;
I’ve learnt to take life’s drink
Up to the lees from the brink;
Multiple layers of joy
......
Never feel fatigued,
For there is more to explore
Always in this world.
O mother, I'll make you proud,
O mother, I say it loud!
O mother, bear with me for a while,
O mother, have to walk just another mile.
O mother, father has got old, I know,
O mother, and you remain rather low;
O mother, fatigue is what you always hide,
O mother, your sacrifices, I'll never put aside.
......