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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