Some go smiling, others go crying,
what is happening to me?
I don't know what I want,
I don't know where I am going.
To know what one wants, to know where one is going,
seems to be the easiest thing, and yet very few know it for sure.
Some go smiling, others go crying;
some in the shade, others in the light,
but we all go, like Christ, carrying
each one his life, each one his cross.
But it doesn't matter if, in the soul, vibrates
the illusion that our heart yearns for.
And this is the miracle, love saves us
of our anguish, of our anguish, of our grief.
But it doesn't matter if, in the sou, vibrates
the illusion that our heart yearns for.
And this is the miracle, love saves us
of our anguish, of our anguish, of our grief.
Each one his life, each one his cross.