WHY AM I HAPPY

Knocks at the end Veskovy wound, The sky is willing The joys of the strumka. I'll smile at the sunshine, Yeasting to God I accept all gifts From God's hand. Prispiv: I laugh playfully I sleep happily And my song rings loudly. That's why it's innocent To the health of the child Always pray to mom and dad. And the shira prayer The sky decides I know so much I am the cover. I believe the grain It grows in the heart, Praise the unlucky one Lord love. Same anxieties, Mom's little tears comforts with affection Loving Father. І fly towards Nyogo The mercy of the dawn, Refill with light Thousands of hearts.