| Thanks to life, which has given me so much
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| He gave me two stars that when I open them
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| Perfect I distinguish black from white
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| And in the high sky its starry background
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| And in the crowds the man that I love
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| Thanks to life, which has given me so much
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| He has given me the ear that in all its width
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| Record night and day crickets and canaries
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| Martyrdoms, turbines, barks, showers
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| And the tender voice of my beloved
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| Thanks to life, which has given me so much
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| It has given me the sound and the alphabet
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| With him, the words I think and declare
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| mother, friend, brother
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| And light illuminating the path of the soul of the one I'm loving
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| Thanks to life, which has given me so much
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| He has given me the march of my weary feet
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| With them I walked cities and puddles
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| Beaches and deserts, mountains and plains
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| And your house, your street and your patio
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| Thanks to life, which has given me so much
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| He gave me the heart that shakes its frame
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| When I look at the fruit of the human brain
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| When I look at the good so far from the bad
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| When I look at the bottom of your clear eyes
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| Thanks to life, which has given me so much
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| He has given me laughter and he has given me tears
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| This is how I distinguish happiness from brokenness
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| The two materials that make up my song
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| And your song, which is the same song
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| And everyone's song that is my own song
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| Thanks to life, thanks to life |