Marketing
Dar una vuelta
When you walk trough a storm,
hold your head up high,
and don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm,
there's a golden sky,
and the sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind,
walk on through the rain,
though your dreams to be tossed and blow.
Walk on, walk on,
with hope in your heart,
and you'll never walk alone..
Post je objavljen 11.10.2006. u 22:30 sati.