Happiness is something private,
Secret, dear and concealed…
Since you give it – I will hide it,
Keep it in myself, keep sealed.
Even you – and you for sure
Shouldn’t see what you have done:
I’ll enjoy my feeling pure,
Then, in hunger, I will come.
I will tell you what I’ve seen there
Walking softly on this air…
Our hearts will still be greener…
…and we both believe it’s fair.