Текст песни Пустые улицы и коробок спичек. - Счастье.

Maybe it is somewhere in the sands?
During the hot desert roads,
Or maybe just around the corner?
Where else I lived quiet Latin.

Maybe somewhere in the woods?
Among oaks, birches and pines,
And maybe for the endless seas,
Where I am, in general, and cast.

Maybe somewhere in the train?
There is probably looking for is already there,
Or somewhere in the end of the ages?
Where they die and believe their dreams.

About happiness that was lost,
Somewhere behind the people and their grit palms,
Where is that same feeling concealed,
Which does not remember.

Where are you, the happiness you live?
In whose heart and eyes?
Why you did not expect?
Why did you drown in an already shallow rivers?

Where are you, the happiness shine?
Where are you, I ask, answer,
Why are you hiding diligently?
Why can not you warm me?