I dreamt of bright flowers
that blossom in May;
I dreamt of green meadows
and merry bird-calls.
I dreamt of bright flowers
that blossom in May;
I dreamt of green meadows
and merry bird-calls.

We raced over the frozen lake with a hockey stick in our hands and pretended to be famous players. I wasn’t elegant on the ice, could hardly hold my balance and never figured out where the breaks were.