Um novo olhar sobre Londres

When you walk through a storm

 Hold your head up high

 And don't be afraid of the dark.

 At the end of the storm

 There's a golden sky

 And the sweet, silver song of a lark.

 Walk on, through the wind,

 Walk on, through the rain,

 Though your dreams be tossed and blown.

 Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart,

 And you'll never walk alone,

You'll never walk alone