Berichten van 18 april 2018

The break of the day, I lift my head
I leave the bed and go to work
Bicycle, streets in town
Rainy day is falling down

It's maybe impossible
But I've got dreams
I may be an optimist
But I've got dreams
Dreams

Dreams
Oh, dreams
Oh, dreams
Oh, dreams

I'm 41
And in a month I'm 42
I'm still with you
The second child's a mystery
The first one, she looks like me
She's living in the 'Why Tree'
Why tree

It may be impossible
But I've got dreams
I'm maybe impossible
But I've got dreams
Dreams