You're in your private oasis, the last place on Earth 

Cover your traces, wear a mask made of dirt 

And watch the sun trickle through the bamboo 

Colouring everything green above the sand dune 



The rain trickles down onto my skin 

(Oh, now Marching Archie gone Lebanon) 

I let it run through, don't feel a thing 

(Everything is aight in Bunemazemnao) 



When the azure surrounds you on every side 

Hold up a shell and listen to the friendly smile 

The sea and it's waves will put you under a spell 

And freeze time in your breathing space 

And the sounds of your freedom fight 

Are falling asleep in the fleeting light 

No more struggles, it's quiet and calm, just 

Travel with the stars in the sky as your compass 



Moro num pais tropical 

Quiero te beijar 



Zulumatu dwele aio 

Ghulu n'dwela 



The leaves make a roof over my head 

I crawl back into my bamboo shed 

The jungle's my friend, it gives me shelter 

Away from the urban helter-skelter 

In the morning I take a swim 

The blue water makes me sing... 



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