Текст песни The Trip Band - Hut On The Hill

Climbing up the stairs,
Step by the step.
I felt warmth of the sun,
Little warmth of great sun..

In this place I could see
Every little thing.
In this place I cóuld dream,
Isn’t it real?

There was just the hut on the hill.
My hut on the hill..

So not to waste my time
I uncorked the bottle of wine.
And sensed the gentle breeze
That made me glad and pleased!

In this place I could see
Every little thing.
In this place I cóuld dream,
Tell me, isn’t it real?

There was just the hut on the hill.
My hut on the hill..