The day must be gloomy, the morning was cold The day must be gloomy, the morning was cold The day must be gloomy, the morning was cold If I listen carefully, I can hear a song Through all the heavy, through all the grey If I listen carefully, I can hear a song Through all the heavy, through all the grey If I listen carefully, I can hear a song From the first spring, through the years Faith has followed us, comforted us and stood by When I want, I can hear a melody A song of sorrow and joy, the bread of the Jews and fine If one day it is grey, the song will still be heard It feels as if it captures all my sorrow and joy The song reflects dreams, the ones we have had once Unwillingness and worries are also there in our song There are illusions, joy and finesse Everything that reflects life, even envy and sadness Through everyday life there is a melody Made of two in confidence and sympathy From the first spring, through the years Faith has followed us, comforted us and stood by When I want, I can hear a melody A song of sorrow and joy, the bread of the Jews and fine If one day it is grey, the song will still be heard It feels as if it captures all my sorrow and joy The song reflects dreams, the ones we have had once