When out the night flees
Carried away by its white horses
When the sun, like a feast
Comes to announce the new day,
When the pale clarity of dawn
Comes and caresses your long hair,
I lay my head on your shoulder
And I sing the happy days.
I lay my head on your shoulder
And I sing the happy days.
Then time runs out
Like the living water of a torrent,
Life has a taste of happiness
And all the fragrances of spring
Things seem more beautiful to me
When I see them in your eyes
The seasons go by at a snail's pace
And I sing the happy days
The seasons go by at a snail's pace
And I sing the happy days
The happy days, to live both of us,
To live together.
Oh-oh.
The happy days, to live both of us,
To live together.
And then slowly
You invite me to embrace your body
Your fingers quiver on my skin
Like a wave of gold foam.
It's the pale hour at the end of the day.
The moment of tender confessions
When one knows how to talk about love,
How to sing together the happy days.
When one knows how to talk about love,
How to sing together the happy days.
The happy days, to live both of us,
To live together.
Oh-oh.
The happy days, to live both of us,
To live together.
Oh
The happy days, to live both of us,
To live together.
Oh-oh.
The happy days, to live both of us,
To live together.
Oh
The happy days, to live both of us,
To live together.
Oh-oh.
The happy days, to live both of us,
To live together.