Life is like an island, it's lost under the sky.
It's small, it's fragile but it dreams in the sun.
Life, it's is like Bora, we are often crazy,
But if you think of me, I think of you.
Life is like the girls we see under the 'equator,
There are tears that shine and laughter that cries.
Life is Rangilowa, an atoll of watercolors,
But if you think of me , I think of her.
The prohibitions, the taboos, it's crazy, but freedom everywhere, it's crazy.
We would still like to believe in it, like the lark in its mirror.
Business and big money, it's crazy, tenderness cheek to cheek, it's crazy.
It's a song that the sky has, simple and distant.
Life is like an island, it's lost under the sky.
It's small, it's fragile but it dreams in the sun.
Life, it's is like in Bora, it's often that we're crazy,
But if you think of me, I think of you.
When hope tells you daredevil, it's crazy, and the evenings when you don't care, it's crazy.
You have the impression of being a god, of having sniffed smoke and mirrors.
When tenderness interview, it's crazy, but when she tells you 'break everything', it's crazy.
You hold the hand of a friend, anything goes.
Life is like an island, it's lost under the sky.
It's small, it's fragile but it dreams in the sun.
Life is like in Bora, it's is often that we are crazy,
But if you think of me, I think of you.
But if you think of me, I think of you.