Idioma Origen:
When you walk through a storm hold your head up high
And don´t be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Tho´ your dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
And you´ll never walk alone,
You´ll never, ever walk alone.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
And you´ll never walk alone,
You´ll never, ever walk alone.
Idioma Destino:
When you walk through a storm hold your head up high
And don´t be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Tho´ your dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
And you´ll never walk alone,
You´ll never, ever walk alone.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
And you´ll never walk alone,
You´ll never, ever walk alone.