just over the hill
there lies a little cottage
waiting for its owner
to set off for a summer trip
for once in its lifetime
it wants to be free
to really feel
a little summer breeze
the sound of an early bird
singing in the rain
and the cry of the crow
but as the little cottage
dwells in its daydreams
his owner is a far
strolling over the place
with all his noisy repairs
his ever screaming
radio in his ears
as his bike will not go
for one more ride
he is lost and he suffers
more than the cottage
from his lonely dreams
of a sunny beach
he knows
he will
never more reach