Clouds ' coming over skies
Shadows ' changing over light
On the beach me took cocktail
Said a-Norwegian me that
it should be the Paradise
( Yea-yea , yea-yea-yea )
When i sleep too much in Time
sipping out my green cocktail
the long-white clouds ' gettin' highs
For rest of them - forget-t
But me try ' remembering for - why
Sands ' washed by oceanic swell
Wouldn't be A-ONE bit-glad - ?
Except that peoples who called themselves
the peoples of that black-land
where-over all the time into Zenith or near
White - und
the longest-length clouds ' coming .. .
( Yea yea yea Yea-yea ! )
Beaches
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