Happiness live

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Verse 1:
Where does Happiness live? Under which star?
Does it walk the world with autumn leaves afar?
Maybe in the blue sea, hiding in the deep?
Maybe in a quiet dream, where secrets sleep?

People search for Happiness for years and centuries —
In tomorrow's sunrise, in white clouds on the breeze.
But it never hides from us, it doesn't run or wait,
It simply lives beside us — every day, with every fate.

Chorus:
Happiness is here, look! In each day, right now!
In the sun that's shining, in the light upon your brow.
Happiness is here, you hear it? In the raindrops as they fall,
In the ones who wait for you — your loved ones, your friends, your all.

[solo instrumental]

Verse 2:
Here it is — in the window where the dawn begins to glow,
In a morning cup of tea, in a gentle "tell me so",
In the way a grandchild laughs in Grandma's arms so tight,
In the tasty little pancakes that she makes with all her might.

In the park along the pathway, in your worn-out sneakers' tread,
In the schoolbags packed for morning, in the training ahead,
In the fact that someone's breathing softly next to you,
In the fact you woke up laughing — alive and new.

In the smell of fresh-baked bread, in the falling of the snow,
In a mother who is near you, in a friend who won't deceive,
In the fact that we're awake now, in the life we all receive,
In the fact we sing this very song together — and believe!

Chorus:
Happiness is here, look! In each day, right now!
In the sun that's shining, in the light upon your brow.
Happiness is here, you hear it? In the raindrops as they fall,
In the ones who wait for you — your loved ones, your friends, your all.

[outro instrumental]
You watched the drops upon the pane.
The world was beautiful, as if a spell,
In our snowy, wet February's domain.

You put your little white dress on,
Brushing your hair back, smooth and slow.
Why does everything between us go wrong?
How can I turn back time and make it so?
[solo instrumental]

More and more, in evening's haze,
I dream of that old, overgrown garden.
A titmouse sings in sunlit rays,
And your clear dawn gaze burns, begging pardon.

I regret nothing now, not a thing.
Not what was, not what slipped away.
Just that you were mine, my everything,
Just that you were my warmth, my day.

You are that very same titmouse,
Who pecked grain from my hand last winter.
Why does sleep now refuse my house?
When sorrow splashes like a splinter.

And titmice — they're like firebirds, you see,
But you never know until too late.
Not the sea burns, but summer lightning to me,
And the sound of children has faded of late.

You left — and the house grew still,
Only the light stayed on the wall.
I'm at a new fracture, against my will,
Like a titmouse painted on the wall.

I don't hold you. Fly, since you chose.
I don't blame you. I don't call you back.
You've sung all your titmouse songs, I suppose,
Flew away into a new starry track.