A felicidade
Sadness has no end;
happiness has an end.
Happiness is like a drop
of dew on a flower petal.
It shines tranquilly,
and after lightly swaying,
drops like a lover’s tear.
The poor’s happiness resembles
the great illusion of Carnival.
We work the year
to dream a moment
and fashion the fantasy of being
a king, a pirate, or gardener,
for it all to end Wednesday.
Sadness has no end;
happiness has an end.
Happiness is like a feather
the wind carries through the air.
It goes so lightly,
but has so short a life
because it needs a wind that never stops.
My happiness is dreaming
in the eyes of my beloved.
It is like this night,
passing, passing,
searching for the dawn.
Please speak softly,
so that her recollection is the happiness of day
offering kisses of love.
Sadness has no end;
happiness has an end.
Happiness is a mad thing,
so delicate.
It has flowers and loves
of all colors;
it has nests of little birds;
it has all these things,
and so it is so delicate
that I always treat her very well.
Sadness has no end;
happiness has an end.
Happiness is like a drop
of dew on a flower petal.
It shines tranquilly,
and after lightly swaying,
drops like a lover’s tear.
The poor’s happiness resembles
the great illusion of Carnival.
We work the year
to dream a moment
and fashion the fantasy of being
a king, a pirate, or gardener,
for it all to end Wednesday.
Sadness has no end;
happiness has an end.
Happiness is like a feather
the wind carries through the air.
It goes so lightly,
but has so short a life
because it needs a wind that never stops.
My happiness is dreaming
in the eyes of my beloved.
It is like this night,
passing, passing,
searching for the dawn.
Please speak softly,
so that her recollection is the happiness of day
offering kisses of love.
Sadness has no end;
happiness has an end.
Happiness is a mad thing,
so delicate.
It has flowers and loves
of all colors;
it has nests of little birds;
it has all these things,
and so it is so delicate
that I always treat her very well.