Le premier Bonheur du jour

[ninascatharsis]

The first happiness of the day
It is a ribbon of sun
Which curls up in your hand
and caresses my shoulder

It's the breath of the ocean
And the beach that waits
It's the bird that sang
On the branch of the fig-tree

The first sadness of the day
It is the door that is shut
the car that goes away
The silence that takes hold

But well quickly you return
And my life takes back its course
The last happiness of the day
Is the light that turns off