Where is my dreamland

Where is my dreamland?

The country, where I want to go to.

The place, where the birds are living,

Where the bells ring in the silent sky,

Softly awakening the countryside.

Where life has a place to be.

Where people are recognizing themselves.

I hope I will be able to find it.

And with best hopes, that I could like it.

I hope I could stand the boring hours,

When nothing happens.

When the heart will be able to stand still.

No more spontaneous ideas,

No worse things to do,

Than waiting on an happening.

A life without access on high life troubles.

To be keen on happenings,

To live an easy life.

It would be hard.

Much to work there, too.

Nothing of interest to do.

Repairing things,

A life beside the world.

Politics are another room,

Far away from there.

No one can tell,

What it is.