Memories from childhood summers still tickling my stomach Through overgrown paths Red painted farmhouse where flowers and weeds grew in harmony It seems as yesterday, but it is long ago Outbuilding with a heart on the door Didn't exactly smell as roses A carefree shed, with photographs of the royal family on the wall You don't wipe yourself behind with the head of the country With padlocks and cracked beams that filtered the daylight (and odor) Silent testimony the time when life was different Shoulder to shoulder in the struggle for existence with teamwork and brotherhood to achieve a common goal The feeling of community in all simplicity Childhood memories not only smell of venerable dust, outbuildings or weeds but brings along an atmosphere of ancient wisdom