Текст песни Мария Maus Дубинская - О счастье

As rivers flow
To sea,
As the birds fly
To the south,
So people want to
Happiness .
Most - myself ,
Less common - each other .

Where there is happiness,
About him cry ,
Where there is -
Do not notice.
confused often
With luck .
Met on the way -
Did not recognize .

After all, he is a cunning beast -
Happiness:
It varies from year to
Of the year.
For everyone - its
Masti
And even the other
Breed ...

And happiness only to those
comes
Those who followed him
Not rushing ,
To those who
Not only in nature ,
Who troubles in the face
Laughs .

It will come , poskrebёtsya
At the door ,
Quietly , shyly ,
timidly ,
And pisknet , currently
Not believing :
- I am here linger
A little bit ...