Quiet and without noise,

it was knocking at the door without stops,

without pause.

But there was no reply,

because I thought It was not mine.

I was unhappy, I was deaf

I lived with past, I watched the left,

the right, the back, but not the straight,

where for me waited my fate.

It was beside me all the time

when I thought I wasn't fine

It was waiting for me

with hope and faithfullness

It was you, my dear happiness.