Sadness has no end,
but happiness has.
Happiness is like a feather
carried by wind in the air.
It flies so gentle,
but only for a short time.
It needs the never ending wind.
Happiness of a poor one is like
a great excitement of the carnival.
People work all year long
for a dream moment,
when they can fulfill their fantasy
of being a king, a pirate or a gardener,
and everything ends on Ash Wednesday.
Sadness has no end,
but happiness has.
Happiness is like a drop
of dew on a flower petal:
it shines gently
after swinging for a while
and it falls as a tear of love.
My happiness is dreaming
in the eyes of my girlfriend.
It’s like this night:
it’s passing, passing
in search of the dawn.
Please, speak softly, so that she awakes
full of joy with the coming day,
providing the kisses of love.
Sadness has no end,
but happiness has.