Whitney Houston

Tomorrow, at daybreak...

Tomorrow, at daybreak, at a time where whitens the campaign,

I leave. You see, I know that you expect.

I'll go through the forest, I'll go by the mountain.

I will then stay away from you longer.



I'll walk the eyes fixed on my thoughts,

Nothing see outside without hearing any sound,

Alone, unknown, curved back, hands crossed,.

Sad, and the day for me will be as the night.



I
â did or the gold of the evening falls,

Neither the sails in the distance down to Harfleur,

And when I arrive, I will put on your grave

A bouquet of green Holly and Heather in flower.