Será lo que quiero o lo que quieres.
Será tu sueño o mi realidad.
Será lo que es o solo es lo que será...
Being happy doesn't mean everything is perfect. It means you have decided to look beyond the imperfections.
There's a place out there for us,
more than just a prayer or anything you've ever dreamed of.
So if you feel like giving up cause you don't fit in down here,
fear is crashing in, close your eyes and take my hand.
We can be the kings and queens of anything if we believe.
It's written in the stars that shine above,
a world where you and I belong, where faith and love will keep us strong,
exactly who we are is just enough
there's a place for us, there's a place for us.
When the water meets the sky,
where your heart is free and hope comes back to life,
when these broken hands are whole again,
well will find what we've been waiting for,
we were made for so much more
We can be the kings and queens of anything if we believe.
It's written in the stars that shine above,
a world where you and I belong, where faith and love will keep us strong,
exactly who we are is just enough,
there's a place for us, there's a place for us
So hold on, now hold on,
there's a place for us
We can be the kings and queens of anything if we believe.
It's written in the stars that shine above,
a world where you and I belong, where faith and love will keep us strong,
exactly who we are is just enough, exactly who we are is just enough,
there's a place for us.
Siempre es preciso saber cuando se acaba una etapa de la vida. Sí insistes en permanecer en ella más allá del tiempo necesario, pierdes la alegría y el sentido del resto.Sadly, after these situations we begin to have a war of egos, and pride prevails and I hate that part.
We both have to learn: “Love me when I least deserve it, because that's when I really need it.”
Postscript: Why do you like to disappear as if the earth had swallowed you?
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.