
How great is the city ,
But there is hardly any green ,
The roads are crowded ,
Noises all over there ,
Busy men gently pass away ,
But the elegant city is called great .
I dream of a village ,
Near a small river ,
Where the pebbles can be seen
In it’s clean water .
In my idle moments
Wish to stay here ,
With my sweet nostalgia ,
I fall the urge to convert my city
Into my dream village .
Where I’ll travel
With ardent desire ,
When pleasant thoughts
Bring old memories to the mind ,
For which I have never a look behind ….
But there is hardly any green ,
The roads are crowded ,
Noises all over there ,
Busy men gently pass away ,
But the elegant city is called great .
I dream of a village ,
Near a small river ,
Where the pebbles can be seen
In it’s clean water .
In my idle moments
Wish to stay here ,
With my sweet nostalgia ,
I fall the urge to convert my city
Into my dream village .
Where I’ll travel
With ardent desire ,
When pleasant thoughts
Bring old memories to the mind ,
For which I have never a look behind ….