Sonrie (en inglés)

Sonrie
Not, already it does not think about crying
Of that valley to lament
The past, passed
If this love finished
Another love can arrive
It never is late for loving
E to come back to be happy
It smiles not

So that the solitude
When if it can feel the happiness
As he is pretty to live
It never leaves to dream
E tomorrow to the wakening
It sees the life with love
It smiles, Smiles
Not, never it leaves to dream
E tomorrow to the wakening
It sees the life with love
It smiles