I'm combing my feet
As the months go by
The water on tiptoe
Mixes sand and fish.
I want to be ready for the world
If there is a world ready for me
I am an island outside of me
Don't go looking for me
I am an island outside of me
A great glass fire:
Where the sea It is a mirror of the sun
Where the sun is a mirror of the sea
And I clear my mind
And I clear my mind
Before January begins
And everything begins again
br/>Ahha haa haaah aahha hhaa
I'm combing my feet
Taking care of the moon and corners
The water on tiptoe
Stick pearl on the heels
I want to be ready for the world
If there is a world ready for me
I am an island outside of me
You don't go looking for me
I am an island outside of me
A big fire of glass:
Where the sea is a mirror of the sun
Where the sun is a mirror of the sea
And I clear my mind
And I clear my mind
Before January begins
And everything starts again
Ahha haa haaah aahha hhaa