My Scottish Fantasy
Listening to the Scottish Fantasy by Max Bruch.
The landscape is bright and shiny Green, up and down walking paths Rainy and with too much mud Sunny and dry in the Summer
Beer in the pub after the first half of the walk Poured too much alcohol into your body Vaguing the path to the end of the road Bending over your hiking partner a lot
Laughing out loud after that heavy beer Cheering up the whole crowd of people While you set the last footsteps on that ground The last path between all the green ground
Idyllic villages where you see the flowers Hanging on these houses in different colors Still loud and dizzy from that Scottish beer Fantasizing about that ideal lifestyle there
Walking through the biggest city sober You think why chose that path drunk While you realize that it is brighter After your sober thoughts and going back
On that small path in the middle of nowhere Enjoying the little things that life offers you Then you see the light through your thoughts With that life, you have always have dreamt of
The life thought that small path you just walked Is the beginning of a new chapter in your life A chapter you are very proud of to start Without that heavily head from a glass of beer
Always going back to that path you think what to do To think of that big city to hold onto that great picture What makes the flowers so powerful when you walk Reminds you to hold onto that dream far away
Looking from the top of the mountain You see the dream coming to an end Waking up in your own reality again Seeing that little path in your dreams
Here you can listen to the piece Scottish Fantasy by Max Bruch.
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