Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air*.
Thomas Gray, Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, 1750.
(*Πολλά τα άνθη που ανίδωτα θα μείνουν κι η ευωδία τους χάνεται στον έρημο αέρα.)
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Though some may reach for the starsOthers will end behind barsWhat the future has in store no one ever knows beforeYet, we would all like the right to find the key to successThat elusive ray of light that will lead to happiness
Tomorrow is my turnNo more doubts, no more fearsTomorrow is my turnWhen my luck is returningAll these years, I've been learning to save fingers from burning
Tomorrow is my turnNo more doubts no more fearsTomorrow is my turn to receive without givingMake life worth livingNow it's my life I'm livingAnd my only concern for tomorrow is my turn
Whenever summer is gone, there's another to comeYou can't stop years drifting by, even if you want to tryThough time may help you forget all that has happened beforeBut honey, it's too late to regret, what is gone will be no more
Tomorrow is my turnNo more doubts, no more fears (tomorrow is my turn)Tomorrow is my turnWhen my luck is returning (tomorrow is my turn)All these years I've been learning to save fingers from burning (tomorrow is my turn)
Tomorrow is my turn to receive without givingTo make life worth livingNow it's my life I'm livingAnd my only concern, fa-ma-mi-ni-ma-di-di-do
For tomorrow is my turn (tomorrow is my turn)