21.01.2026, 17:27
A little dream of happiness.
Text:
I want to tell you a story about happiness,
it starts so softly, somewhere deep inside.
I close my eyes and drift into a dream,
where the world feels lighter for a while.
I see a unicorn, straight from a fairytale,
its touch so gentle, calm and pure.
I ride away with it through silver skies,
believing for a moment in something unreal.
Then I laugh and I stop right there,
because I know what truly stays.
The real happiness is standing next to me,
no fantasy, no distant star.
Just loving moments, warm and true,
right here, right where we are.
So I don’t tell a legend made of light,
I tell the truth, so simple and real.
About your smile in winter snow,
about the way your presence feels.
The real happiness walks hand in hand,
through snow, through time, through night.
No magic creature, no perfect plan,
just us, and it feels right.
In falling snow we lose all words,
just breath, just laughter, just now.
The world grows quiet around our hearts,
and nothing else matters somehow.
Arm in arm we slowly fall asleep,
our dreams begin to blend.
And I know, so softly, so clear:
This is happiness.
And it stays.
Text:
I want to tell you a story about happiness,
it starts so softly, somewhere deep inside.
I close my eyes and drift into a dream,
where the world feels lighter for a while.
I see a unicorn, straight from a fairytale,
its touch so gentle, calm and pure.
I ride away with it through silver skies,
believing for a moment in something unreal.
Then I laugh and I stop right there,
because I know what truly stays.
The real happiness is standing next to me,
no fantasy, no distant star.
Just loving moments, warm and true,
right here, right where we are.
So I don’t tell a legend made of light,
I tell the truth, so simple and real.
About your smile in winter snow,
about the way your presence feels.
The real happiness walks hand in hand,
through snow, through time, through night.
No magic creature, no perfect plan,
just us, and it feels right.
In falling snow we lose all words,
just breath, just laughter, just now.
The world grows quiet around our hearts,
and nothing else matters somehow.
Arm in arm we slowly fall asleep,
our dreams begin to blend.
And I know, so softly, so clear:
This is happiness.
And it stays.


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