- May 17, 2013
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When ever I am thinking about the happiness,
I am thinking about his poem:
I am thinking about his poem:
Happiness is a bird.
But not just another bird
But a bird made of gold dust.
This bird
Comes from somewhere far away
It comes and sits on your shoulder,
On your left shoulder
Above your heart
There sits the bird of happiness.
You don't see it,
You only feel it.
And if you try to catch it
You can't catch it
Not with your hand
Not with a chain,
No trap of any kind
You can't catch it
Sometimes the bird of happiness
Sits on your shoulder longer,
Sometimes less
And when it wants to go, it goes.
It flies away and gets lost in the sky,
Maybe even melts into the sky,
Nobody knows
Disclaimer: This is the DeepL (good job bros) translate of the poem "Fericirea/Happiness" by Zaharia Stancu.
But not just another bird
But a bird made of gold dust.
This bird
Comes from somewhere far away
It comes and sits on your shoulder,
On your left shoulder
Above your heart
There sits the bird of happiness.
You don't see it,
You only feel it.
And if you try to catch it
You can't catch it
Not with your hand
Not with a chain,
No trap of any kind
You can't catch it
Sometimes the bird of happiness
Sits on your shoulder longer,
Sometimes less
And when it wants to go, it goes.
It flies away and gets lost in the sky,
Maybe even melts into the sky,
Nobody knows
Disclaimer: This is the DeepL (good job bros) translate of the poem "Fericirea/Happiness" by Zaharia Stancu.
