Todavia Me Alegrarei (part. Sheyla Bial)

I have a God
Who won't let
This struggle kill me
Despair take over me

No matter how much pressure the situation may be
Control is still in the palm of His hands

The weeping may endure for a night
But joy comes in the morning
I believe, I believe

Though the fig tree may not blossom
Nor fruit be on the vines
And the yield of the olive fail

Yet I will rejoice
Yet I will rejoice
Yet I will rejoice