Típica canción cuya melodía me hace llorar de felicidad

It's a perfect day for letting go.
For setting fire to bridges, boats
And other dreary worlds you know.
Let's get happy.
It's a perfect day for making out,
To wake up with a smile
Without a doubt.
To burst, grin, giggle, bliss, skip, jump, sing and shout.
Let's get happy.


"But it's much too late," you say,
"For doing this now,
We should have done it then".
Well it just goes to show
How wrong you can be
And how you really should know
That it's never too late
To get up and go.


It's a perfect day for kiss and swell,
For rip-zipping button-popping kiss and well,
There's loads of other stuff can make you yell.
Let's get happy.
It's a perfect day for doing the unstuck,
For dancing like you can't hear the beat
And you don't give a further thought,
To things like feet.
Let's get happy.


"But it's much too late," you say,

"For doing this now,

We should have done it then".

Well it just goes to show

How wrong you can be

And how you really should know

That it's never too late

To get up and go.

Kick out the gloom,
Kick out the blues,
Tear out the pages with all the bad news,
Pull down the mirrors and pull down the walls,
Tear up the stairs and tear up the floors.
Oh, just burn down the house,
Burn down the street,
Turn everything red and the beat is complete
With the sound of your world
Going up in the fire.
It's a perfect day to throw back your head
And kiss it all goodbye.


It's a perfect day for getting wild,
Forgetting all your worries, life
And everything that makes you cry.
Let's get happy.
It's a perfect day for dreams come true,
For thinking big
And doing anything you want to do.
Let's get happy.


"But it's much too late," you say,

"For doing this now,

We should have done it then".

Well it just goes to show

How wrong you can be

And how you really should know

That it's never too late

To get up and go.

Kick out the gloom,

Kick out the blues,

Tear out the pages with all the bad news,

Pull down the mirrors and pull down the walls,

Tear up the stairs and tear up the floors.

Oh, just burn down the house,

Burn down the street,

Turn everything red and the beat is complete

With the sound of your world

Going up in the fire.

It's a perfect day to throw back your head

And kiss it all goodbye.

The Cure