Why it's so unjust
Maybe here or maybe there
They'll wait for us
Wait in hope or in despair
But I'm on my way
In the sun and in the rain
I will choose another day
I will soon come again.
What, what's so wrong?
Was it the wine you didn't drink?
Or was it the songs
You have had no time to sing?
But I'm on my way
In the sun and in the rain
I will choose another day
I will soon come again.
And now, I will regret
Even in the days of bliss
Friends whom I had met
For whom I still long and whom I miss.
But I'm on my way
In the sun and in the rain
I will choose another day
I will soon come again.