I think that when I live in Sweden...

I will get strong with shiny skin from bicycling in the sun
I will run around an island in the archipelago in spring
and my hair will pour out golden from my head, nourished on the strange smörgås I will build and the fish I will be fed from the seas
I`ll learn to speak in a funny sing-song way and the first book I will read will be by Astrid Lindgren
And in the endless summer light I will glow and leap and fill myself and learn to swim and dance and wander little roads