Stroll Songtext
von Johann Faustus

Tender touch of mist is caressing the meadows
The rising sun will soon open the blossoms
A joyful roundel of colours and scent
After the thunderstorm is gone

Kissed by the lips of warmth
Birds are singing
My arms swinging as I stroll


Beams of light break through the leaves
Painting pictures from shadows
A rustling whisper emerges out of nowhere
Singing it′s wooden song

From dusk until dawn and all to the night
There is always a reason
To feast on the treasures of every season
And enjoy the delight