Behind the hill
There is a sleeping rainbow
It shows no skill
It is idle like dough
Just around the corner
There is huge excitement
All for a foreigner
It causes such an incitement
During the trip
They do not care for vocation
Been through no hardship
No value for exhilaration
Without hands all red
No character is built
You tilt your head
You are the hero without guilt
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