Description
Sometimes happiness doesn't look like fireworks, but like an old pickup truck, a pair of sneakers at the doorstep, and a “Sold” sign on the lawn. The world keeps turning, the news keeps rolling, but here is your own celebration, quiet and warm, where every moment smells like the future. No flashes, no likes, just the real thing.
Here, it's not the headlines that matter, but the little things: a ring in your pocket, a house with peeling paint, and a test with two stripes. Everything is simple, but it gives you goosebumps. A small world where every day can be big if you look at it with love.
Lyrics and translation
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