Текст песни Мария Maus Дубинская - О счастье

How the rivers flow
To the sea,
How birds fly
To the south,
This is how people want
Happiness.
More often - to myself,
Less often - to each other.

Where there is no happiness
They cry about him
Where there is -
Do not notice.
Confused often
Good luck.
Meet on the way -
They do not recognize.

After all, he is a cunning beast -
Happiness:
Change year from
Of the year.
For everyone - his own
Suits
And even another
Breeds ...

And happiness is only for those
Comes,
Who follows him
Doesn't rush
To those whom
Little in nature
Who is in trouble
Laughs.

Will come and scratch
At the door
Quietly, embarrassed,
Timidly,
And squeaks, to itself
Not believing:
- I'll stay here
A little ...