Los Fastidios

when you walk
thought the storm
hould your head up high
and don`t be afraid, of the dark
at the end of the storm
there`s a golden sky
and the swet silver song, of a lark

walk on, thougth the rain
walk on thougth the wain
trough you dreams be tussedd
a blown...

walk on, walk on
white hope in your head
and you`ll never walk alone
YOU`LL NEVER WALK ALONE

walk on, walk on
white hope in your head
and you`ll never walk alone
YOU`LL NEVER WALK ALONE...