The rays of the sun, the smell of the beach
I sat on my bench and thought, “everything’s in my reach!“
passersby talking, sails in the distant –
God I must be dreamin’, in here’s everything I want!
The blues, the greens, sand’s the color beige,
the sky, the palm trees, this place bears no cage
le femme‘s kiss and touch, la fille‘s hands in my palms rest