Somebody killed himself tonight

That is why the stormy wind blows

And the plate is dancing madly

Above the barber shop windows.

Where is happiness nowadays?

In a cozy, warm, friendly place.

The day-labourer and his wife

Work on logs, chopping and sawing,

Their child wrapped in a fleecy swaddle clothe

Has a shrilling game with the wind.

Where is happiness nowadays?

In a cozy, warm, friendly place.

The soldier on his beat of sentry

Takes long strides up and down

While counting every one of his steps:

It does not seem to be much fun.

Where is happiness nowadays?

In a cozy, warm, friendly place.

The long-legged wandering tinker,

His shabby cape he can hardly hold,

His nose is like a ripe red pepper,

His eyes full of tears from the cold.

Where is happiness nowadays?

In a cozy, warm, friendly place.

The itinerant actor is strolling

From one village to another;

He has no warm garment at all,

Nevertheless he is starving, no bother.

Where is happiness nowadays?

In a cozy, warm, friendly place.

And the gypsy? … his teeth chatter

Under the ragged tent,

The wind knocks, then bursts in

Without the gypsy’s intent.

Where is happiness nowadays?

In a cozy, warm, friendly place.

Somebody killed himself tonight,

That is why the stormy wind blows

And the plate is dancing madly

Above the barber shop windows.

Where is happiness nowadays?

In a cozy, warm, friendly place.