LYRICS

A father gave his son
with two letters before his death.
One open in grief,
and the other in luck.
not lucky son, lived alone
and in poverty.
opened the first letter,
but inside it was written:

I know what it is to be poor and
to you to no one.
Do not worry, dear son,
believe me it will pass. (X2)

And the father was right,
and changed to fate.
After all bad and bitter,
his son lived happily.
gain fame and money,
found friends.
opened the second letter,
but inside it was written:

Well done, son, you win.
now all they love,
but I know, son,
know that this too shall pass.

I know what it is to be poor and
to you to no one.
not worry, dear son,
believe me it will pass.
know what it is to win.
We all love
But I know, son,
know that this too shall pass.