Текст песни Postcard From Holland

In holland there is a table In front of me With cafe au lait And some kind of cookie Outside the window Theres a wide and gentle canal Two swans swim in it, In their mirror images They must be in love. The handsome holland people Ride ecological bikes Or sometimes their dogs Might take them along for a hike, I stood by the tall ships And stepped in some old dutch dog shit, It began to rain A strange enchanted mist And I love the cookies here I could live forever here With you.