One of these days
melancholy will take a hold of you,
it won't leave you until the evening.
My faith is too shaken now
but I pray and I think about myself,
let's pray to God, just in case.
And there's nothing sadder
than days like this one
reminiscing on happiness,
knowing that it's useless now.
I keep saying: "Who knows?
tomorrow is another day, we'll see".
One of these days in which
I reconsider my whole life,
a balance that never added up,
I can say that I did
everything my way,
but I don't know at what cost.
And they're been of no use to me,
lessons and let-downs,
and if I made a promise, I never fulfilled it.
I'm always the last to say things,
I've lost again but
tomorrow is another day, we'll see.
It's one of those days
that you've never come to know about,
lucky you, lucky you.
My entire existence has been
spent giving, giving, giving.
I haven't saved a thing, not even you
but despite it all...
I refuse to stop believing
that you might return here,
and for a long time now
I've been saying: "Who knows?
tomorrow is another day, we'll see".
And I don't care about today,
if the season has changed,
because now I don't have any regrets,
and for a long time now
I keep saying: "Who knows?
tomorrow is another day, we'll see".
Tomorrow is another day, we'll see