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 surely 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 surely 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 surely come again.