|: Though sadness lingers on, soon happiness is gone :|
Happiness is like a little feather
the wind has carried up into the air,
floating so free, but it can only be
as long as there's a breeze to hold it there.
So the happiness of a poor man would seem
grand illusion of a carnaval
He works and he plans each day through the year
to live just for a few days in the splendor of his dreams,
to be a prince, a king, or Casanova
Then Wednesday comes, and carnaval must an.
Though sadness lingers on, his happiness is gone.
Happiness is like a drop of dew,
that's nestled in the petals of a flower
It trembles there, bright in the morning air,
that (...?) just like a lover's tear.
Is my happiness just a dream of a fool then,
dreamt while gazing in my lover's eyes,
and just like the night, will it pass away,
as soon as the dawn is upon us, whisper softly (...?)
She'll wake up in the joy for live at morning
and stir my heart with kisses with kisses once again.
So sadness lingers on, sweet sadness lingers on...