In Sweden, in a field where small grass grows, there is a big stone, there is a small house behind it, a forest, ancient trees grow there and the sky is a soft blue color
Now the game will begin and the pawns will fall into place
After the rain, the day will warm up and people will go for mushrooms
Boundless flight of imagination. Where will he go this time
The city will still recognize this Bavarian handsome
And we will pull a volleyball net and make it summer