a sense of meaning

When happiness comes to pick you,
Let the night where I moan,
I will tell you about it,
I'm tired of this place on the wall the night,
I swear on the stars themselves will soon accompany you ..

Feet from tip to tip hair I admire you,
Not only face but the heart soft like silk,
I will not be useless and neglect what God has given,
God gave me life lovers at the same time companion,
Life and this sport has given to you,
Let God, they soon pick it up from you ...