Me Olvidé de Vivir

There are times in life
we lose hope
our boat shipwrecks
and our love
and in the wandering walk
of eternal walkers
for every laugh, there is always a pain.

In every farewell
there are hidden sorrows
in every goodbye, there is something to forget
even in every encounter
sufferings are forgotten
with a friendly hand
to shake.

To live
sometimes is
to laugh,
also to cry
to live is a card to play.
To live
sometimes is
to lose,
also to win
to live is a tomorrow to wait for.

For every cold winter
in your gloomy garden
there is a spring to wait for
for every love that dies
today another love wants
to be born with the hope
of arriving.

You see that everything passes
that there is always a tomorrow
that it's not worth giving up
that there is always a door
open to hope,
that there is always a path
to walk.